"Scaled weave from a shadow wyrm," the attendant replied proudly. "It adapts to your aura and strengthens defense under high-pressure combat. Pricey, but worth it if you expect to survive long in Velstrand."
Valeris ran her fingers along the material, feeling the faint pulse of residual beast essence. "It's responsive," she noted, watching the fabric subtly shift under her touch. Then she looked toward Asher. "This will do. Mind if I take it?"
He smiled faintly. "If it fits, it's yours."
The clerk blinked as she paid with a single glowing coin that carried more spiritual weight than most merchants earned in a month. Valeris slipped the coat on and rolled her shoulders, the aura threading itself seamlessly into her movements. "Perfect," she murmured, clearly pleased.
