Avera the Seamstress' Home

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Home of a seamstress in Braavos.

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Lysaer sighed and shook his head as he was standing outside the door to Avera's home. She had been a seamstress that had worked for his father when he was a young child, but she had become to old for her brother's liking so she had been fired a few months after his father's death.

He took a deep breath so steady his nerves, he really didn't want to do this, but it was the only thing he could think of that would get him into Lord Delinal's party in two days. He would at least begin to work on the plan if he couldn't come up some new idea. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

[The Stranger]

The door was opened and Avera ushered him inside, "Do you need another dress like the one I had made for you darling?" She says, barely bothering to look at him. "you looked gorgeous I don't mind saying..."

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"I do, I am going to a party in two days and I need your best work. It's for the party at Lord Delinal's manse, so it has to be stunning and I would like a veil for it as well." Lysaer said, confused at how the woman was acting.

[The Stranger]

"Not at all, not at all, should I put it on your tab Lordan?" the woman asks,

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Lysaer felt guilty for doing it, but there was no way that he would be able to afford the price for the dress he needed. He promised himself that he would reward the seamstress if he survived this ordeal.

"Yes, do so. I will send a servant to settle my tab later in the week."

[The Stranger]

"Most excellent, most excellent. So... best for your complexion is a maroon I think, I have just the fabric, very special, you'll love it."

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Lysaer nodded.

"I know that you will create a great dress, it's why I come back to you."

He followed her every instruction as she did his measurements, keeping quiet for the most part since he felt ridicoulos for having a dress made for him.