<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/CoO739k.jpg)</div><br/>Far Davindi shushed away her when she said that she needed no repayment for his rather invasive measurements and pressed a golden coin into his palm.<strong>  "Take this coin then, if not any of my garments, then you should have a drink and a meal on me.  For you have inspired me this afternoon.  Already Far Davindi's mind is a whirl with designs and garments that would look fantastic on you."</strong>He gestured to much of the clothing that stood on plain mannequins about his shop,<strong>"Most of these garments were designed when I was inspired, and rarely does a customer come in and want something that does not fit them perfectly.  I tailor garments to each customer, but if they like the look of one of my garments, but it does not fit them, I craft it for them specifically.  I know that with these measurements and the inspiration you provided me today, I shall open my shop tomorrow with at least one new garment replacing an old."</strong>When Miyuki tried to insist she did not need the coin he insisted,<strong>"Far Davindi's honor would be insulted if you did not at least take this and spend it on something pleasurable.  Now go, I insist, you shall hear from me soon.  I have a wealthy client coming in tomorrow evening around ninth bell.  If I can create a garment that will fit you, I think she will be insane not to see it draped on your form." </strong>With that he pushed her out of the shop, the bulge in his pants even larger then before.  Was it possible he was aroused by his own inspiration and not Miyuki's body?  It was hard to know, he seemed such an odd elf.<br/><br/>Despite Miyuki's troubles earlier in the day in navigating the streets of Laelith, she focused very hard on the mental image of the Seven Hells tavern, the warmth she remembered of the air inside, the smell of life, people, beer, food, smoke, and sweat.  Before she knew it she was rounding a corner and saw the ocean close by, and only a few hundred feet more brought the Seven Hells Tavern into view.  The sun had just begun to dip behind the buildings at the highest part of Laelith's rise, and long shadows cast the streets into gloomy dusk.  It was a gloom that was offset by the bustle of the crowds, always busy, always moving, a hundred people everywhere she went always with something to do and somewhere to go.  It seemed that dusk might be the busiest part of the day in Laelith, as the heat of the day began to bleed off into the more comfortable night temperatures.  As she walked she saw merchants closing up shops and carts with wares shutting down, but taverns and cafes beginning to pack to bursting with hungry patrons.<br/><br/>As she entered the tavern the smell hit her like a physical thing, and the undercurrent of cooked beef beneath all the other smells made her stomach growl.  It had been almost nine hours since her lunch meal with Jax and Velma.  Speaking of which, the affable halfling was in his same spot again, leg propped up on another chair, as he was telling a story very loudly to a pair of sailors who seemed somewhat incredulous.  He grinned broadly and she could see the twinkle in his eyes when he looked at her and waved.  The redhead Ralana met her near the entrance and gave a slight bow of her head,<strong> "Miyuki, good to see you again.  Master Flint left word that if you showed today he had papers for you to sign.  But there are several empty tables at the moment, as well as seats at the bar, not likely to be so an hour from now.  Would you like something to eat or drink?  Or straight down to see Master Flint?  I'm sure you remember the way, yes?"</strong>Miyuki also, looking around the tavern noticed several faces she recognized from the night before, including the handsome paladin Etron.