<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ea/24/62/ea2462ce2b5467b9bf4be44803fea73b.jpg)</div>At the first tailor, Sydney was turned away with quiet instructions to find something to wear before entering their shop.  At the second, told that such magic is not within their capabilities, but that Ms. Vinda, an expert tailor and a dabbling wizard if something of an odd duck, may be able to help her.  Passing through the instructions given, past the Heaford Rose Garden, down through Low Town for a block, up a set of stairs, Sydney went to Ms. Vinda's.  The outside of the shop was not terribly promising, a sign with tailor's sheers above a door that were it any shorter Sydney would have to duck to enter.<br/><br/>The insides proved to be much more promising, all manner of clothes and silks and leathers hanging from the walls, fine clothing hanging across from cheap clothing well-made, the shop is a bit of a hodge-podge, but with a distinct air of magic to it.  An accented feminine voice calls from the back, "Coming!  Take a seat if you'd like!"  Several plush couches sit in the middle of the room next to a mirror.  One of the couches is clearly that of the tailor, a set of tailors sheers and some sewing implements resting on the table in front of it, while the other is for patrons.<br/><br/>Moments later, Ms. Vinda emerges from the back.  True to the rumors, she's slightly strange looking, her features elven and her skin a dark blue, though with areas of skin between her fingers and below her hair showing fair complexion.  It seems that her skin has been dyed, perhaps by the inks she works with, her hair also almost unnaturally red.  Her clothing is also a bit odd, fine lace and silks combined with basic fabrics, though certainly functional.  She steps softly with bare feet to sit cross legged across from Sydney on the couch.<br/><br/>For a moment, she sits silently, then a cheeky, mischievous smile comes to her face, "I'm guessing you are here to buy some clothes?"  Her eyes peer up and down Sydney, taking in the towel in an obvious way, though also showing a very clear appreciation for the body beneath it.  Sydney can feel the touch of desire from the tailor, perhaps this is why she chose this profession.