"Hello, sir... may I help you with anything?"
Laine pushed the door and walked into a shop selling clothes where an old man with graying hair, dressed in a gray cloak, greeted him from behind the wooden counter.
"Hmm... I'd like two fitting garments, just something ordinary—I can change into them here, right?"
"Of course, please wait a moment."
After sizing up the customer, there was a slight gleam in the shopkeeper's eye. He nodded and stepped out from behind the wooden desk.
"You're not from around here, are you?"
As he searched for the right size clothes that would fit Laine, the old man casually asked.
"Yes, I just arrived in Turingen today. Are you running this shop by yourself, sir?"
Laine didn't conceal the fact that he was an outsider and curved his lips into a smile. It had to be said, Turingen was quite welcoming and hospitable.
"Yes... I didn't think much about it when I was younger, and now it's just me left... Haha, don't mind an old man's complaints."
