Inside, the store smelled of fresh linen and polished wood. Racks of clothes were arranged neatly, divided by section — practical adventuring gear, casual tunics, even formal wear lined with enchanted threads that shimmered faintly under the lamplight.
A middle-aged woman with sharp eyes and the air of someone who had seen it all gave them a polite bow.
"Welcome to Silverstitch Tailors," she said with a smooth professional tone. "Are you looking for casual wear, battle gear, or something more… formal?"
"Casual," Isolde answered immediately. "And something sturdy enough for travel."
Oliver was already distracted, running his hands over a dark blue cloak hanging on the display. "Whoa… this material feels way better than what we have now."
"Yes, dear," the shopkeeper said patiently. "That is enchanted thread — self-cleaning and fire-resistant. Double the price of normal travel clothes, but well worth it for an adventurer."
