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Even as you slouch into the chair while you try to figure out your play here, you catch your eyelids getting heavy, and you quickly come to terms with taking a quick nap here while you wait, as it really seems as if you are not going to have much of a say in the matter anyway. Catching some shuteye, however, does mean that you are going to dismiss - as politely as you can, of course - these two dressmakers. Which means that you are going to have to decide on whether or not to ask them about the Inquisitor before you do.
Well aware that the silence in the dressing room is starting to get awkward again, you make a snap decision to ask. After all, if someone heard that Inquisitors were in a place nearby - giving lessons, apparently - then surely, some curiosity wouldn't unusual, right? So long as you are careful about it, then you really can't see how an idle little question would come back to bite you. In a spurt of inspiration and out of an abundance of caution, you decide to frame the question without speaking the word 'Inquisitor'.
"Is ... everything alright at the - uh, other store?"
"Oh, of course, yes! Yes, everything is fine. The Inquisitor is just there to teach the tailors how to make Strangejackets - to uh, make sure that they have enough on hand ... and to, well, replace the ones being ... used at the moment, I suppose ..."
Relief flushes through you. But of course, it had to be something like this - the Inquisition had to have some reason for going to that store that wasn't ... well, dealing with the Strangeness or hunting anything or <span class="mu-i">anyone</span>, because if they were, the Cleansers would have been in full gear, and the street wouldn't be open to pedestrians. Maker's Mercy, they are really just running errands, just like you.
"Thank you for clearing that up. You've all been so helpful."
Though both seem surprised by those words, the older dressmaker, who you figure to be the more astute of the two present, recovers quickly, clasps her hands and asks -
"Is there anything else we may do for you?"
"Not until the dres - the riding h - uh, the 'worn piece' is brought over, no. Thank you though."
And after parting pleasantries from the pair, they depart. Once they are gone, you get up and move the chair into a far corner of the room, sit back down, and then you stuff the canvas bundle behind you - partly to keep it safe, and partly to use it as a pillow. With two dresses worth of padding in there, it does its job well enough that you are slipping off to sleep moments after your head touches the canvas. Before you do though, you wonder about how you are going to deal with the bundle while you are negotiating - and deceiving - your way into a conveyance.
> Please choose ONE of the following:
> You will find someway to pass it off. Keep it with you.
> You will look for someplace safe to stash it, outside of the Landward Walls.
> You will here in one of your domestic dresses, then drop it off at The Hooded Heads.
