Find a map

"Hmm, the general goods store should have a map. Right down this street." Still making her way with confidence, she passes by a few buildings on the street. One of which has a crowd gathered around it.

A Dwarf, significantly less hairy than the average one, with a blonde Half-Elf woman, stand outside the tailoring shop. Putting on a show to advertise their newest piece of fashion.

Moora takes a look over, and notices not one person around the rival tailoring shop across the street. She sees a man glaring through the window.

The Dwarf and Half-elf speak, finishing each other's sentences. Advertising how their newest line of clothing is ahead of it's time, and how even the poor can look like royalty if only they take this deal.

Moora starts to eyeball one particular dress, it has a beautiful variance of red shades, with an embroidered design of a dragon sprawling across it. Wistfully, she steps closer, through the crowd to the front. She takes a look at the price listing under it, 20gp.

"20 gold pieces! You could buy two cows with that! I'll never be able to afford that!" she thinks to herself.

"Now that you mention it, I don't like this one after all either."

A faint whistling is heard in the distance, it gains, louder, and louder, when suddenly a gust of wind flies into the crowd, nearly knocking a few people over. While people proceed to get their bearings, and the workers are about to continue, they notice something out of place.

Moora sees brown, it's quite dark. Confused at the situation, she realizes her hands are above her head, and what's blocking her eyes isn't darkness, but her dress. Everyone nearby stares in silence as the view of a stark naked woman with her dress pulled above her head.

Promptly, a laughter break out. Moora instantly realizes her predicament and tries to pull her dress down over her, and in doing so finds that it's ripped all over, and this final struggle has caused it to become large pieces.

The crowd jeers, making light of the situation. "Hey looks like you got yourself a customer!" One man says. The advertisers stand their dumbfounded, watching as this raven-haired woman struggles to cover herself with the remains of what used to be a decent dress in the center of the crowd.