[Hey, across the street is "Berengiere's: Clothing for the Discerning Deity"...]

You are about to ask Andraste another question when there is a rumble from up the street, you just barely get out of the way as a vehicle that bears a strong resemblance to Fred Flintstone's Car made all out of black rock comes racing up the street.

You duck into the doorway of the building you had been heading for and a bell like a gong rings, at which point the proprietor comes out to greet you...

In a seemingly shy and whispering voice, she greets you.

"Oh deary my, you clearly need my help, yes indeed! Two naked people blunder in off the street and to the finest tailors in the town! My good yes, come to a fitting room before the watches see you! I'll have you fixed up with some temporarily clothes in no time!"

You realize that nakedness is traditionally considered very untoward and head into the back room where she takes dozens of thin cords and begins taking you and Andraste's measurements, while this is done, finally talk to Andraste.

"You said 'this cursed City of Stone' like you knew the places earlier, what can you tell me?"

"I received the briefest flash of insight and did not do a proper scrying, but I know the following: This place is called 'Mendet Muskawoun: The Cursed City of Stones' and it is some kind of dark interdimensional nexus, where anything can be had: but always for a horrific price..." And light dawns over marble head...

"What will we owe you for these clothes?!" Andraste snaps at the proprietress.

"Oh deary my, you won't owe me a thing! This goes on the tab of the local Vigilance Committee my golly yeeess! I would recommend you go down the street to the Monster Factory and sell your blood to get some Klaives though, these clothes will be your one free item from the Vigilance Committees deary ducks." The tailor says, her face completely covered by an opaque silk veil.

"Wait a second, you said 'Temporarily Clothes' earlier didn't you?" You ask, and she mutters... "I did..."

"What do they become after they're done being clothes, and what would we have to do to get proper clothes, eh?" Andraste asks, and suddenly there are two brochures in her hand: [Temporarily Clothes And YOU!] & [The Vigilance Committee Gift: Making The Most Of Your One Free Purchase.]

"Oh Deary My! You should learn to ask people those kinds of questions dear, you've just used two of your free questions, and it's not as easy as it used to be to get more, badness no. Klaiveless beggars like you should be careful if you cant pay for a question and you're out of free ones you die and your answers go to the notice office: badness yes! How many have you used so far deary ducks?" The proprietress asks.

"Just those two, but I think Lucifer has used one..." Andraste explains.

"Oh that's fine then, newcomers get six: but you'd better be careful dears, only ask the city in **** emergencies."

"What is your name proprietress?" You ask her, and she turns her veiled face to you.

"You can call me 'Berry', deary ducks, but I warn you: around here asking that is considered extremely rude," she purrs, running one sharp-nailed hand carefully down your washboard abs: avoiding touching your skin with her over an inch long and wickedly pointed fingernails...

"Will you please excuse us while we read these brochures?" Andraste asks and 'Berry' moving to a fainting couch and picking up one of a stack of paperback books which you just happen to glimpse the cover...