As they walked through the market, Damon's keen eyes finally spotted a stall that seemed to have what he was looking for.
He approached the merchant, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a welcoming smile.
"Do you have any fabrics from the Spiral Woon Beast tribe?" Damon asked, his tone serious.
The merchant nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I do. Right here," he said, pulling out several bolts of fabric. The materials shimmered in the light, their smooth texture evident even from a distance.
Damon examined the fabric closely, feeling its texture between his fingers. "This is perfect," he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. He selected a few bolts of the fabric and turned to Kyra. "These will make excellent clothes for you."
"You're good at that. You're going to make the perfect dress," Kyra said, remembering how many pretty dresses Damon had made.
Damon turned to the merchant. "How much for this fabric?"
