"You are dead later." I glared at her. She could have at least told me!
Estelle flashed warning eyes at me, then turned back to the tavern lady. "Do you happen to know where a seamstress is in town?"
"Of course I do, sweetie." The lady smiled and showed her crooked teeth.
After a couple of minutes of the tavern lady giving us directions, we headed out the door to the shop.
The dirt roads were loud and crowded as street vendors lined up against some of the shops. We could hear a baker yelling at a beggar in the distance.
"Here we are." I looked up to see a nice building with a needle and thread on the sign.
"Well," my sister said and smiled at me. "Let's go in."
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