Rowen and Shade went into the Cloths Shop.
The inside was peaceful and organized. The fabrics here were better than anything from the lower district.
The shop was much bigger than anything in the lower district, its wide glass windows showing rows of glowing items and neatly arranged enchanted tools. The polished stone walls and carved pillars spoke of wealth, the kind only the upper town could flaunt so casually.
Of course, that made sense. Up here, luxury and wealth were common.
Rowen shifted the bag of mana stones on his shoulder. This was the kind of place where he could actually find a proper storage ring.
Shade padded close at his heels, eyes flicking toward the glass with a curious glint.
There were people coming and going from Arcane Craft, their robes and polished gear marking them as students, merchants, or adventurers with money to spend. The steady flow alone told Rowen this was a reputable shop, one trusted by many.
