Merame smirked.  "Okay.  But, I'll need your measurements,<em>Princess</em>."  The Dragonblood moved closer.  "I was in Sijan, once, just passing through the city on a job.  You might be of the right build to be one of the high-class daughters of the Mortician's Order, and they love to travel, especially since the Mask of Winters made his appearance in the region..."