"Ahhh… a grimoire as niche as that isn't here. You would have to go to the city."
'The City? Ah, there'll be so many people, many things can go wrong.'
"Got a map to trade?"
The old dwarf looked at his side at a shelf holding parchments and scrolls.
"Yes, I have them."
"Give me one."
The dwarf went to the shelf with a little chair, climbed on it, and drew out a brown tied scroll.
"Yeah you go mister."
"Thank you."
Tiagon took a gold coin from his dimensional subspace.
"If I may ask, do you have any place in particular to head to?"
'What a kind old man'
"No, I was just doing some small travelling when I got attacked, the raiders took almost all that I had but that won't stop me."
The dwarf's face brightened and he smiled.
"You remind me of my son sir, he's a knight in the city up north, full of determination like you."
"Glad to hear it." Tiagon cut and placed the gold coin on the window's frame.
He turned to leave when he suddenly stopped.
"What's the name of this town?" He asked me with the scroll opened.
"Fianor–the beautiful thorn, it's down north on the map."
Tiagon looked through it and lo and behold, he spotted the little town close to the edge.
He had more to ask, but he hesitated. He then chose to go for it.
"Know where I can get clothes?"
"The last stall by the entrance has the best fabrics around."
"I see, thank you."
He began walking away
The old dwarf looked at the coin and picked it up, it was a real gold coin, although the markings were foreign, it was still quite valuable and a lot more than he ought to receive.
"Mister mister…you forgot your change, this is simply too much." The hazy voice of the dwarf called out.
Tiagon simply waved his head back not facing the dwarf.
"Keep the change."
He continued down the market till he spotted the opening out and the guards in steel cuirass.
He spotted a stall by the left with merchandise of many fabrics and a hovering ball of yarn and a needle telling their abilities.
'Threading magic'
Tiagon eyed the merchant behind it and they were bent possibly looking at the ground for something and their behind faced Tiagon.
He cleared his throat calling their attention.
"Oh!"
They jolted up, a bright young elven woman was the merchant and Tiagon was certain that they had the prettiest green eyes he had ever seen.
'Beautiful'
"How may I help you? Do you care for some clothing materials or do you want one specially crafted for you?"
Tiagon simply looked without saying a word.
'Who am I kidding? I should go get the shapeshifting grimoire before this, no way she can make an outfit that would hide my features'
"Mister, mister." She cut through Tiagon's train of thought.
'So full of energy. It should be fine.'
He pulled back the hood that draped over half of his face revealing it.
He was beautiful and the elven woman couldn't pretend he wasn't.
"Woo!" She exclaimed lightly.
"Can you fix up a shapeshifting sturdy clothing of tunic and leather? And maybe include a pair of black shoes?"
She didn't answer, her eyes were lost in his.
Tiagon snapped his fingers.
"A clothing of tunic and leather maam"
"Yes!" She blurted and began her work with her threading magic.
'There are multitudinous species out there, I hope there still are. Nobody could have seen them all, my form shouldn't alarm anyone.'
A few minutes later.
"Done."
A thick tunic of brown and an even thicker leather trousers dangled in the air like they were living, along with the shoes.
"They're made to change sizes to suit your needs just like you asked." she stated with a brimming smile.
"Ah thank you."
He stretched forward his hand revealing a gold coin on it which the elf took.
She looked down at it and she realized…
"This is simply too much sir, I can't take this!"
She looked up and saw that Tiagon was gone. Not a trace of him was around.
"Huh…mister?"
In the woods, sitting at the foot of a tree was Lexar going through the scroll. He studied the brown parchment with drawings of places embedded on it.
"Fianor."
He pointed to it on the map and then traced it to the nearest city but on the path to it stood a fortress.
"That'll be an annoyance lest I go around it."
He raised his right hand. They were bare but in that instant, many rings materialized in his fingers.
He clenched his fist, raising a finger, one that had a ring of gold and a purple stone. He faced it against the scroll and it shone.
A little purple cloud appeared briefly and once it cleared, a replica of the scroll was revealed.
Tiagon grabbed the original and pushed it by the side of his head, his hand disappearing entirely with the scroll, he pulled it back and his hand was there once more but the scroll was nowhere.
He had left it in his dimensional subspace. A confined space crafted by him and only known by him and a few, he kept artefacts and treasures worth moving around in there.
He continued his tracing on the replica map, and spotted the nearest city.
The City Minastoma. On the map, it was indicated with relatively large buildings of black and little puffs of black smoke.
"City Minastoma… If my memory serves me right, this was where I and that hero fought. It wasn't a city then"
'Good times.'
He placed down the rolled-up scroll and began undressing the rags he had on him.
'Undignifying doesn't begin to describe it'
He sighed as he undid them all revealing his naked body.
He put on the tunic and as he did, he felt that it expanded as it went through his chest.
'She wasn't bluffing.'
He wore his trousers and they fitted quite properly. He then put on the shoes.
They were really great, he could almost pass for an ordinary adventurer except for the glow escaping through his tunic.
"I'm certain the people of Minastoma would mind their businesses."