((Yay! You're back!  ;D))<br/><br/>Alaedra moves about the streets cautiously, but trying not look so cautious that she looks like she obviously doesn't belong. She's already out of place being a Primer here instead of a fiend, she really doesn't need to behave in a manner that would attract attention. Alaedra tries to give anything officious looking a wide berth, same with fiends that look like the might carry authority or power, like that huge fiend with all the lemures.<br/><br/>Alaedra heads for the tailors, her sensibilities prefering clothes be fitted to her as much as possible. Especially with nice clothes, it's just a terrible thing to have them ill fitting.<br/><br/>As soon as she's in, Alaedra heads straight to the counter, or the first probably-an-employee she can find, and presents the slightly beat up top and pants she wants mended.