Right next to 'The Evening Star' was another shop, this one a tailor's. Basuke excitedly dashed inside, hoping to find some branded goods, only to find... nothing. He pouted, registering the goods as, dare he say it... retail.
"What the heck is this...?" The boy muttered to himself, examining the goods. Then his sights turned to the store owner, a menacingly tall Bahr, and he felt his blood run cold. "U-um..."
"S-sorry..."
He shuffled awkwardly to the request papers, scribbling down as best he could what he wanted out of the transaction. It looked nigh undecipherable, but he hop