Ophillia sighed. She rubbed her chin with her right hand and leaned back in her seat, looking at the manic girl before her. "Lucy...Porter..." The words came out slowly as Ophillia thought about her story. Something seemed off about it. "You're father was the Royal Tailer. Hmm..." ophillia motioned towards a young barmaid who took her crumb filled plate and empty mug. "I tell you what..." Ophillia leaned forward, small trinkets and beads that were braided in strands of hair clinked with the movement. "Why don't we go upstairs."<br/><br/>Ophillia stood to her feet and nodded to the old woman before heading up the stairs. She fully expected Lucy to follow her. Once she was at the top of the steps she walked down to the last room on the left of the hallway. She held the door for Lucy and shut it behind them both before taking her coat off amd hanging it up. Underneath she was wearing a simple peasants garb: forest green gown with a leather outer corset that showed her fit shape nicely. One could almost see just how pretty Ophillia was, if it wasn't for all the dirt on her face. "Okay. What is it you need help with?" She leaned upon one of the posts of the four post, canopied bed and waited for Lucy to answer her question.