With Loros hard at work selling her existing stock, Karl returned to the dress shop where he had left the ladies.
There was a large mound of dresses in five different stacks, presumably one for each of them. Then, Remi ca out in Naga Queen form and gave Rae a pleading look.
The shopkeeper didn't see her appear, only after she had entered, and quickly held up a hand.
"Ma'am, my apologies, but the shop is closed for the mont for a private shopping group." She announced in a firm tone.
"Oh, she's with us. Hello Remi." Rae replied, waving the Naga Queen over.
"There are so dresses here that didn't look right on us, but might on you with the extra two arms. Here, but this on. It should be your size, you're pretty slender."
Karl could practically see the cash register ringing up new sales in the woman's eyes, so he leaned in to quietly ask her the important questions as the assistants catered to Remi.
"What are they at so far?" The shop owner double-checked the stack, and then her math, before shrugging. "About seventy gold coins, but for this large of a purchase, I can offer a discount." Karl nodded. "Not as bad as I had feared."
Then he turned to Rae. "Are all these items the ones to keep?"
Rae nodded. "Yes, they're all different styles, and all exquisite. I want them all for my art."
The shopkeeper seed to take that as Rae being a personal stylist, whose art was her outfitting of her clients. So, there was no hesitation as the shopkeeper began to carefully fold and bag the items.
She had dealt with many wealthy clients in the past, and that man had already said he had no problem with the total cost.
Dana ssaged Karl. {Do you have enough local currency? Or can we convert gems?}
Karl smiled at her. {I have enough. I found a buyer for Rune crafted Rings, and made a few more with the help of the sculptor who made the bracelets.}
No need to ntion that what he had made today was ten tis what they had managed to spend buying out half of a high-end clothing store.
Hopefully, this level of spending didn't continue, as the market for magical jewellery was bound to be sowhat limited. But for Rae's sake, they had to find local fashion.
Remi's fashion choices were limited due to her extra arms, but there were options for multiple ard custors, as well as ones with wings. In fact, there were countless options for custors with wings, to the point that backless dresses seed to be the standard here.
The shopkeeper smiled at Karl when Remi was done shopping and whispered to him, so as not to disturb the ladies.
"How does seventy for the entire pile, with your last friend added, sound?"
Remi had added at least ten more dresses to the pile, so Karl nodded, and searched his interface for a mont until he found the way to initiate a trade for seventy gold coins.
He shook hands with the shopkeeper, and the carefully bagged items were moved into Rae's space.
These were all lovely, but she wanted them as samples to remake them in her own silk and innovate.
She had even managed to get Ophelia into a few dresses.
Because of that success, Rae was in much better spirits as they headed to the Inn again, and she now had at least two weeks worth of designs to study and work on. It was strange for everyone in Karl's group to be sowhat anonymous in the city, as a group of Royal Rank won led by a Monarch was hardly anything out of the ordinary, and dozens of similar level groups entered the dungeons every day.
But after a lifeti in the Golden Dragon Nation, they weren't ntally prepared to live a life of anonymity in a huge city full of Demons.
They could certainly make enough to survive, even without Karl and his Runecrafting skills. But that didn't feel like enough for any of them.
Dana was keenly aware that it was a spoiled and selfish notion that they should remain as a special person when they were on another continent where everyone had so sort of power on their side if they wanted to live a life better than cattle.
It wasn't obvious here in the city, as the weakest had been driven out of the city many years ago. The slums of the Black Shade, as the locals called it, were the residence of the species that couldn't exceed Awakened Rank. In the city, even Janitors and housekeepers were normally required to be Ascended Rank or higher, unless they were children. It appeared to be normal for apprentices to follow their parents to work before they were even teenagers, and the young faces in the shops that they passed only served to remind Dana that they really were in sowhere entirely different from anything she was familiar with.
But the most notable fact about the city was its cleanliness. There were no rodents anywhere, no rot or filth in the alleys, other than around the garbage bins. Old Jared, the one - eyed sailor, waved and greeted them from a stool at the bar as they entered, looking much worse for wear than he had the other day.
He hadn't been part of the fight at the tavern, but it was obvious that he had been in one soti today.
"Old man, are you sure that it's wise to go picking fights in the middle of the day?" Tessa joked.
The sailor laughed and ran his fingers through his shaggy hair. "Ye'r a funny one, Priestess. I was at the Dungeon today, and our healer was worse than useless. So Gnoll Shaman, who seed to forget that they were supposed to heal soone other than themselves."
Tessa patted him on the shoulder and cast a healing spell to remove the bruises and cuts from his body.
"Well, you'll be alright now."
Old Jared laughed, then waved to Beth, who was in the back room. "Bring my friends a drink. They've fixed my face as good as new, and that lingering cough has cleared right up."
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