**Raising an eyebrow and adjusting the stolen monocule he took from the tailoring vendor he stole his outfit from, he would smile at her in a sly business style and clear his throat.** ""How ye's do'en? And my my my, walking around in do's robes dear..tsk tsk tsk. It pains me to see you's in such utterly simple rags...when a frostweave dress would be so much more to ye's style."" **He would size her up with his eyes, adjusting his monocule again and still smiling.** ""Yees..yes yes..I do believe I can do ye's..fitting, ye'h I can do ye's a fitt'en. Step into me'h build'en and lets see what I can do's."" **He would usher her into the building and shut the door behind him. Luckily for him, the interior of the small building looked much like that of a sewing or a cloth-vendors building would appear. Sewing equipment, bolts of cloth of all sizes, colors, and fabric types layed against the far walls and sides along the inside.**<br/><br/>""Hmm..a'right, see'en as you'se is a big gal, im'a have to get me'h stepstool 'en measure ye's up. Step outt'a ye's robe if ye'h would dear, makes it hard'a for me to get a proper measurement wit'cha clothing in de'h way."" **he said all of that in a reassuring tone of voice, trying to get on her good side and lure her in further. Stepping out from around the corner with a measuring rope from his pocket and a wooden step-stool, he stood infront of her and waited.**<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>