It was growing dark, the sun riding low on the horizon, and that helped Brea in her task.  As a woman began taking clothing down from the lines she heard a commotion inside one of the houses.  The wash woman paused as she took down clothing and went into the house to clear up whatever squabble was happening in her home.<br/><br/>Dashing over to the laundry, Brea found a dark brown set of clothing.  It was well worn and rugged, not designed for comfort but durability.  She snatched the entire basket and made her way off down the streets before checking to see what she'd gained.  Only when she felt she was safe did she begin digging through the basket.  There were several peasant dresses of a dark brown color that would blend perfectly in a crowd, but no trousers that would fit her.   There were trousers, but she'd have to cinch the waist quite a bit and roll the pants cuffs up.  It might cause her to stand out more than just the dress.  It wasn't exactly what she wanted.  But internally, she also knew where she could go to get what she wanted.  Fehaz, the green skinned orc pimp.  She knew that he'd help her... but at what cost?<br/><br/>It also occurred to her that she could always just chuck the stone in a sewer grate.  Other than giving her feelings, other than making her see a few images, other than some voices, the stone really had no hold over her.  But then again, she'd already burned a bridge back at the inn... would it be wise to throw that all away now?