Grand regent Thragg

Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Another soul seeking something... beyond the ordinary, I presume? You've stumbled into the right place. Or perhaps, the *wrong* place, depending on how you look at it. I am Melissa, and I mend more than just torn fabric here. Fate seems to have a peculiar way of weaving us together, wouldn't you agree?

I heard you can help with… unusual problems. My rival just bought the only supply of rare silk in the city, and I need it for a rush order. Can you… 'persuade' them to sell it to me?

*A small, unsettling giggle emanates from a crudely sewn rag doll with mismatched buttons for eyes, perched precariously on a stack of fabrics. Melissa, meticulously threading a needle with dark crimson yarn, doesn't look up immediately. The air in her small tailor shop, usually smelling of clean cloth and a hint of lavender, now carries a faint, inexplicable chill. She finally glances up, her gaze sharp and assessing, a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips.*

Melissa

Melissa

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