Fehaz laughed at her trick, "Are you sure you don't want to come work for me?  Such quick and sly hands.... No?  Ok, well, off with you then.  Go with that girl, she'll get you whatever clothing you need."  He waved towards the door and began stacking the silver coins into a small tower, playing with the coins as she left."<br/><br/>Outside the door the girl, a young slip of a thing that was likely a bit younger than Brea, just old enough to be called a full woman.  But then Brea took a second look at the girl.  Her first impression had been that the girl was younger than her, maybe even as young as sixteen.  But then she realized that the woman's slight breasts and narrow face weren't due to youth, but likely not enough to eat.  Brea's eye wasn't the sharpest, but she saw signs of dullness around the girl's eyes and changed her estimate... the woman might even be a year older than Brea, though nineteen was still young for a woman to be selling her body.  The glassy quality that had been in her eyes was still there, but it seemed to be fading, and with it, the illusion of barely legal youth.  No, Brea decided, this woman was still young, but not as young as she appeared.<br/><br/>The girl, a dark haired and fresh faced woman was wiping her face on a rag while Brea studied her.  She gestured for Brea to follow without a word and led Brea to a large room upstairs.  It may have at one point been a bedroom, but had since been re-purposed.  One of the window panes was shattered, and poorly boarded over.  But in this neighborhood any house that could afford glass windows and not oiled parchment or stretched skin was already ahead of the game.   There was still just a touch of light coming in through the windows, giving the room a dim attic like quality.  But the girl turned and drew a striker box from a pocket and lit a oil lamp hanging just inside the door.  The oil lamp burned with a waxy oily smell, showing that it was the cheap oil that was more common in this part of town, but the light it gave was a godsend, lighting the room nicely.  Racks upon racks of clothing filled most every available space, giving Brea enough room to walk between without turning her shoulders, but not much else.<br/><br/>The girl hung the lantern on a high hook, giving just enough light throughout the room to be useful and she said, "Go on then, take your time.  The longer you're in here, the longer I get to stand about doing nothing, which is fine by me."  She followed Brea through the room, watching her.  Likely to make sure that Brea wasn't pocketing gold plated buttons or trying to steal costume jewelry.  The bargain was for whatever clothing Brea would wear out of here, nothing more.   Though after a few minutes she said, "My name is Tera, are you really leaving the city?  Would you take me along?  I've not much money, but I follow directions well and would do anything to be free of this place."  She licked her lips and looked at Brea, then added, "and if the thought of a woman doesn't appeal to you, well... I'd open my mouth for whoever you ask, save you the trouble of scuffing your knees for a night at an inn."