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For some reason, Alaria expected Shara to be a woman. Instead, she was greeted by an athletic man who was practically wrapped in robes, covering almost every part of his body except his abs. The fashion here is certainly peculiar, to say the least.
As she browsed the price tags, the Tanarian regretted not only her rash decision to enchant the sword but also that she had succumbed to Klin and Kenshiro's persistent urging to buy talismans. Shara's assortment was simply stunning; for almost every item, the girl could see a worthy use. Unfortunately, she was currently severely limited in terms of finances. First, she needed to acquire some money and thoroughly discuss this matter with her companions. But she could afford a couple of journals, one for herself and one for the bored Klin.
"Good day," the swordswoman said, while paying for the journals, "I saw your advertisement in the adventurers' guild the other day. Regarding the story for a daughter. Is it still available?"
I'll take two journals. We'll need to discuss the rest.