Virith-Anash.
By now, everyone had already acclimated themselves to the city. From its layout to its language and everything else that there was to know about the city.
However, if there was one thing that interested most of them, it was a certain figure.
'The Merchant'.
He was an extremely enigmatic figure who appeared out of nowhere and left a storm in his wake. From fighting against a Luminarch single-handedly, to providing goods that didn't appear to belong to the Mirror Dimension.
"Wait, guys..."
Aoife appeared holding onto a certain cloth. Turning her head to look at the others, her expression turned strange.
"I don't see any branding in this, but touch this. Doesn't this feel a little familiar?"
"Now that you mention it..."
"It is."
Touching the fabric, the others all shared the same opinion. This cloth... it was completely different from any of the cloths provided by the people of the city.
