The response of the staff in the clothing shop was a bit more muted than the response of the Librarian had been, but Karl could see that every eye in the room was still tracking him as he walked past the ladies' fashion to the men's section in the back.
"Elven fashion is a bit odd, but I suppose it would be best if I fit in, right?
I don't know what they usually wear around here to meet with wealthy people, but I suspect that my usual outfits made of spider silk might not be the right option."
The shop staff laughed, assuming that Karl was joking, until they got close and realized that he really was wearing robes made of Demonic Spider silk. How he had agreed to that, when foxes were notoriously picky about everything, was a mystery.
But Dreamcloth was pleasant to every species.
"Welcome Lord Customer. Welcome, Magus. Is there something in particular that we can help you with?"
Karl smiled at the young shopkeeper.
