>>5415907A metaphorical forest of fabrics on display steals your attention. Exotic dresses that differ dramatically from the slim, minimal garments that you are accustomed to are set out to be sold. In fact, these articles bear a striking resemblance to the ones described in that Pretty Princess novel that you read over a tenday ago. "The dusky blademistress returns again to grace my wares with her coin!" The menacingly fashionable gnome who had cajoled you into purchasing the bustenhalt seems to materialize from the shadows nearby.
"I see that you are interested in one of our most coveted products. This dress is very popular in Sembian high society as of late. It does wonders in bringing out a lady's femininity. Why, even a svelte woman such as yourself could appear full-figured for the low-low price of twenty-four gold pieces!" 'Full' figured? Is he implying that your... proportions are somehow deficient? You may not be as 'gifted' in that regard as other women, but- never mind that. "I am full-figured," you doggedly insist. Were it not for the laws of this land, it is very likely that you would strike him across the face. "Of that, I have no doubt. Now, would you like it in red and white, or white and gold?"
In the end, you walk away from the encounter with less money, a new dress, and the shadow of regret looming over you. Now what?
>Enough meandering. I feel that I am adequately prepared to continue my search for the Eilistraeans.>The surface-dwellers must have some sort of transportation available. Could I find someone to take me most of the way to Silverymoon?>I should take the time to visit the All-Faiths Hall, to better acquaint myself with the surface gods, lest I continue courting their wrath.>In earnest, I am in no great hurry. I will seek out a quiet spot to enjoy some light reading.>There is something else that I would like to do. [Write-in.] 