A Dress of Venom and Bone

They say the tailor at the corner of Belle Drive has no name.

You can ask her, as you stand atop the dais of her shop like royalty, and she takes your measurements with deft old fingers. But she will only smile, as she has no answer for you, or anyone else who asks.

She sews vintage suits and classic dresses, for weddings and for funerals. Despite her talent, her prices have always been fair, and she has been known to greet customers with a smile and a complimentary plate of bonbons — on the house. The town has come to love her.

The oldest residents of the oldest houses will tell you that she sewed her own wedding dress, a decadent piece with a hem made from starlight and tulle made from the clouds. She sewed her first husband’s blood red tie and, after he died, the suit for the wife she married next, with linen spun from the night sky.

Everyone loves the tailor at the corner of Belle Drive. And everyone knows that names have power.

The tailor at the corner of Belle Drive has promised to tell her name to the one who can sew finer than her — specifically, the one who can sew a dress made from venom and bone.

You have always been overzealous. And a little reckless. And you want the woman’s name. You will go on whatever journey or endeavor it takes, because names are powerful…