Winter was coming and with it the noticing by 'jira that her dresses were more worn than new. Holes that she could not longer repair were bringing material far too thing to wear decently in public.

There was a shop in the marketplace that she would visit in the very near future. The woman there had been kind and offered for her to come the next day, since night was already falling and passed the time for closing.

S'jira had left the woman to locking up her shop for the night and made her way back to the Red Dragon Inn with distracted thoughts of having a dress, or two, made for her... and not by her.