Well, he'd come to the right place for people both in the know and able to fix robes. Teren was walking back toward the keep's gate, no doubt on her way down to the Warden camp, when the man stopped her.
"Aye, they fall out of the sky and we accept them with open arms," she explained easily enough, "but better they than the Orlesians, if you ask me." Looking him up and down, Teren seemed to briefly consider that he might be Orlesian, but decided she didn't care.