The NPC merchant was putting his things away and starting to close his stall - which was something that didn't happen before the patch, when the NPCs would be happy to stand around and be available twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. "Sorry, I don't sell panties," he answered her. "Have you tried the clothier in Port Lannis?"<br/><br/>The tavern had changed too. It used to be a place for players only with a single NPC who sold drinks and rented out rooms from behind the bar. Now the place was filled with NPCs: merchants who had just closed shop, some off-duty soldiers enjoying a drink after their shift, and a couple of busty tavern wenches going around serving drinks and food. At least the same signature red-head was behind the bar, still serving the role of barkeep and innkeeper in one. Ledude and Moonshadow weren't to be seen on this floor.<br/><br/>It was after she got her drink that Rayne suddenly remembered that her Mending cantrip could mend tears but not replace lost parts of objects. As the missing piece of her skirt had been burnt and the ashes left behind somewhere deep in the jungle, that meant her ass would be hanging out in the open, so to speak, for a while at least until she found some other solution.