The older woman smiled and seemed to think for a moment.<strong> "No dear thank you.  Just remember that if you need a new outfit I have this fine halfling wool.  I could make you an outfit that would keep you cool and also keep the sun off all that skin if you ever wanted." </strong>She smiled gently and then waved Velma off,<strong>"Go on, good luck with your work darling, send my love to your father."</strong><br/><br/>Velma left with those words in her mind.  Her father always talked about when he was younger and his appreciation for the female form.  The seamstress wasn't that old, and human, maybe in her fifties if Velma was able to make her guess.  She didn't know that much about Mrs. Warl other than she was a widower, a fine seamstress, and a bit deaf.  But now she couldn't help but wonder if she and her father....  No no, probably best not to think about that.<br/><br/>Her father was snoozing lightly when she returned to the tavern, and there were no customers in the lull between the morning crowd but before the lunch rush.  So she quietly crept past him and went up to her laboratory to begin working on some of her orders.  But as always her mind cleared a little as she worked and it occurred to her that if the garment in question was finely made, maybe it might have stood out to any observers for the rougher, poorer, section of town.  It was worth a shot at least, after all, she had more information than the guards at least.