The Saucy Maid Tavern

Skarlet passes Francesco and finds that outfit he picked out for her. She'd attempt to put it on, being careful with her bad arm. She'd eventually get it all on and inspect herself in a mirror, however she forgot she wasn't visible in mirrors. "Of course..."

Since looking in the mirror wouldn't do, she just examined herself from 1st person perspective; messing with her boobs making sure they don't just pop out from moving around, and turning around a lot to get a look at her backside. The dress was a lot shorter than she thought.

"I can't see myself in the mirror, Francesco. How does this look? It's kinda short isn't it?" Skarlet comes into better view in doorway and does a little spin to show all sides. This had been a problem for Skarlet ever since she'd become free, she had a hard time with clothes since she couldn't see herself in them.

After asking Francesco about the dress, Skarlet realized she still wasn't wearing underwear. She turns around to look for them. Where did he put them? There.

Skarlet spots her panties on the floor at the side of the bed, she leans over the bed to reach for them.

((Insert surprise sex scene))

Bells on the door ring as a girl steps in, pulling in the cold fresh air with her before it creaked shut again. Long, wavy black locks draped down from the thick hood of her black rain cloak, which so far had only seen sprinkles from the darkening sky.
She walks up to the counter and orders herself a tavern rarity, hoping they could provide.

"Tea, please," she said, before glancing at a flier sitting on the bar about a rogue terrorist targeting mages.

Hearing his name, Altameir turned in his seat. He looked at the Fletcher. Altameir found the black armor almost...ironic, considering the armor of the person he was trying to stop. "You may find Altameir right here. He unfortunately cannot point you in the direction of Smertas Draíochta, taint of our good name. I assume you wish to hear about this in greater detail?"

Altameir removed his helmet and placed it on the table, revealing long, blond hair and crystal blue eyes. He appeared unshaven for what looked like weeks. "Well," he began, "Smertas is a formidable fighter, keen tracker, and never known to play fairly. He never formally learned how to duel, and his combat is incredibly unorthodox. Despite this... In the years I have known him, I have yet to find a flaw in the style itself.
"As for talking him off... I do not know. I don't know his motives, or how long he has been doing this. He may be successfully persuaded to put down the sword, or he may be hopelessly mad. I know that, either way, the last thing he wants to hear is one of his kin telling him, 'I told you so'. If you could manage to dissuade his serial killings... I don't even know how I could repay you."

"Best way to approach him... nicely, but not faked politeness. He'll take feigned courtesy as an insult. Try to keep your weapon down when approaching him; he rarely attacks first, but holding a weapon will set him on edge, like most anyone.
"As for leads, I last saw him in the streets of this city, on the poorer side of town. He's always been moving, but my contacts said last that he remains in this city."

It would be to Rowtag's disappointment that Smertas was indeed not in the city. If he managed to ask around, he may hear of some rumors that Smertas went out with an impressionable young lady to the Big Ævil Fœreft of Doom, after some sort of magical cottage.

Francesco, as usual, was stood behind the bar, serving drinks to a few lovely ladies, who try in vain to flirt with him. While he will always be an expert at making the ladies swoon with every sentence, now he's equally as good at deflecting such gestures. For so it is that no woman can quite catch his eye as his beautiful undead lover, a fact of which Francesco is acutely aware every time he gazes upon the visage of another.

And his thoughts become reality not long afterward. As he spots Skarlet out of the corner of his eye, he cuts the conversation he's having with his current customer short, smiling and dismissing himself politely as he slides the lady's drink toward her. He calls over to Skarlet from the bar. "Bella! Over here, mi amore!"