(Vanessa, with implications for all)<br/><br/>Tshone murmured, “Very good dear. Now stand there,” she pointed to a line in front of a mirror that had been marked off with notches. The notches weren’t numbered and there were no indicators for just how the crone would get the measurements just right, yet she seemed confident. “Now, disrobe so I can see you,” she directed just as casually.<br/><br/>As she waited for Vanessa to comply – and the crone’s beautiful voice held a note of commanding confidence that suggested there weren’t other options if Vanessa wanted the clothes to truly fit properly, she went on. “The man is here on a mission to become a member of our community. He’s allied himself with one of the elder forces here. I’m not certain of which. I would consider it a personal favorite if you would find an ally or two, ones you know you can trust, and suss out the patron of this man.”<br/>