[ Alayne manages, to her credit, not to stare back at the man loitering with intent outside, which only becomes more challenging the longer she spends in the store, terribly aware of his presence. Indeed, the pleasant shopping experience only makes the whole thing stranger. She considers loitering, herself, perhaps asking the tailor if he knows the man outside and if there's a prevailing reason that he requires her services so.
She doesn't. The cloak is wrapped and handed over and she says polite goodbyes and excuses herself, returning to the errant customer.
Alayne eyes him a moment, then holds out the parcel. ]
Your cloak. His work is quite fine. [ She tries a smile. ] It will suit you well, I'm sure.
one day all his clothing purchases will be through her
She doesn't. The cloak is wrapped and handed over and she says polite goodbyes and excuses herself, returning to the errant customer.
Alayne eyes him a moment, then holds out the parcel. ]
Your cloak. His work is quite fine. [ She tries a smile. ] It will suit you well, I'm sure.