Alaric walked back through the market square.
The evening crowd had thinned slightly.
Vendors beginning to pack up for the day. The golden light deepening toward amber as the sun sank lower in the horizon.
He stopped in front of a larger establishment. Three stories. Well-maintained facade. Quality goods displayed in the windows.
This'll do.
He pushed through the door. A bell chimed overhead.
The interior was spacious.
Organized racks of clothing lined the walls. Fabrics sorted by type and color. A proper merchant's shop rather than a market stall.
An older man looked up from behind the counter. His eyes tracked Alaric's cloak.
"Good evening, sir. How may I assist you?"
"I need a hat. Something with a wide brim." Alaric moved deeper into the shop. His eyes scanning the inventory.
"Dark colored. And clothes."
The shopkeeper nodded. Already moving toward specific sections and pulled down several options.
