"Is there anything you'd like to buy?" Damian asked as they navigated the uneven cobblestone path. His pace was steady, keeping her close as they passed a vibrant row of storefronts. "If a particular dress catches your eye, let me know."
"There's no need. I brought more than enough trunks with me," Eilika replied, her voice soft against the evening bustle.
"I meant something from Netham, something unique to this place," Damian clarified, slowing his steps. "The textiles here are woven differently from those in the capital. The craftsmanship is distinct."
He came to a halt in front of a series of shops. Eilika stopped beside him, her gaze drifting over the storefronts. Even at this hour, the shops were packed with people.
"Let's head into that store," Damian said, gesturing toward a boutique with a polished oak facade. Eilika nodded and stepped inside ahead of him. The shop was filled almost entirely with women from the local nobility and wealthy merchant families.
