"These will do," she says with a satisfied nod.
I can't help but feel a bit envious of her ability to adapt so quickly, though it's also true that she never had the pleasure of wearing a modern-day shoe. I bet she would absolutely love to wear a trainer shoe.
I glance at the shopkeeper and shake my head. "None of these are quite right for me. I'll have to keep looking elsewhere."
The shopkeeper looks a bit disappointed but nods understandingly. "It's not easy to find the perfect fit, especially if you're used to something specific." Thankfully he doesn't bother me about my strange-looking sneakers.
We pay for Ayame's boots and leave the shop. She looks content with her new footwear, while I can't help but feel a bit annoyed by my own unsuccessful search.
"Ready for some proper clothes now?" I ask Ayame. Sadly she no longer climbs onto my back. It was a short-lived experience but a memorable one nonetheless.
She nods. "Yes, l can't wait to shed these humiliating rags."
We head towards the nearest apparel shop, hoping to find attire that will allow us to blend in better and leave the remnants of our past behind. It's a modest establishment with an array of garments displayed outside to entice potential customers. As we step inside, a bell chimes softly, and a young woman with a friendly smile approaches us.
"Welcome! How can I assist you today?" she asks.
"We're looking for some practical and comfortable clothing for my new friend here and I also need to find something for myself."
The shopkeeper nods and leads us to a section filled with various types of clothing. Ayame starts browsing through the racks, her eyes carefully evaluating each item.
"Before we start, let's get you some cushion for those boots. I can't imagine wearing them without proper socks."
Ayame raises an eyebrow but soon nods in agreement, finding no fault with my statement. "Alright, let's get some then."
We find a selection of wool and cotton socks. Ayame chooses two pairs of each type of socks that will provide sufficient comfort for her new boots both in cold and warm weather. I also get a cotton one for myself. Satisfied, we return to the clothing section.
Ayame selects several items, including a robust pair of pants crafted from a tough material that provides flexibility. Additionally, she chooses a basic tunic that is functional and comfortable, along with a long-sleeved shirt for added layering.
"These should do." she decrees while examining herself in a nearby mirror.
I turn to the shopkeeper. "Do you have any recommendations for me? I'm looking for something comfortable but also stylish. Oh and since the weather is so warm nowadays I would like to try some shorts as well."
The shopkeeper nods thoughtfully and leads me to another section where a variety of clothing options are displayed.
"For warmer weather we have these lightweight shorts. They are very breezy. As for a cool look, I recommend these shirts."
Once I went over the available selection, I ended up picking out a pair of shorts, long trousers, and a couple of shirts. Overall, I'm pleased with the quality, especially considering the fact that we are basically in a medieval town. However, there might exist some magical way to produce better clothes, maybe even with the help of specialist classes or artifacts- if such things exist.
As I try on the shorts and shirts, Ayame continues to browse through the clothing. She adds a leather vest to her collection, which fits snugly and offers a bit of extra protection without restricting her movement. She also picks up a practical belt with several pouches for carrying small items and a lightweight cloak for cooler evenings.
With our selections made, we head to the counter to pay. The shopkeeper tallies up our purchases and offers a warm smile as we hand over our coins.
"I hope these serve you well. Safe travels to both of you."
We thank her and step out of the store, feeling much more prepared for the road ahead. Ayame looks more at ease now that she has proper clothing and footwear, and I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing we're both at least somewhat equipped for whatever challenges we might face.
"Ready to get some food now?" I ask, glancing at Ayame.
"Yes."
We head down the busy street, the sound of bustling activity all around us.
I decide to speak up, "we must enjoy a lavish feast, as we have multiple things to celebrate. Your freedom after a year of captivity, me finding my first companion, the amazing financial deal I struck with the GHT, your shedding of those dehumanizing sacks of clothes, your first meal where you get to decide what you wish to eat in a year, my arrival in this lovely land, and much more."
Ayame smiles faintly, clearly touched by my enthusiasm. "You're right. We do have a lot to celebrate."
We ended u choosing a welcoming tavern that appeared comfortable, named "The Hungry Hawk." The smell of meat being roasted and bread being freshly baked attracted us to come in. The inside of the establishment feels cozy and inviting, decorated with wooden tables and benches where customers are seen enjoying hearty meals and engaging in lively conversation.
We locate a table by the window, and a waitress promptly comes over to us with a warm smile.
"Welcome to The Hungry Hawk. How can I assist you today?"
"We'll start with some drinks. Two big mugs of fresh, cold water please," I say. Ayame nods in agreement. We shouldn't drink alcohol when the day is still young.
"And for food?" the waitress asks, jotting down our drink order.
"I'll have whatever your special is," Ayame says confidently.
"I'll have the same, make sure they are big portions. My companion needs to gain some flesh on her bones" I add.
The waitress nods energetically and disappears into the kitchen. We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, taking in the atmosphere.
Ayame breaks the silence. "Thank you for today. It feels good to have proper clothing and boots. It's been a long time since I felt this comfortable."
I smile. "You are more than welcome."
Our drinks arrive, and we soon clink our mugs together before taking a good, long sip. I glance at Ayame and I can't help but think how different she acts from what I would expect from a slave in her position. In the novels I've read, when the hero buys a slave and treats her with the bare minimum of respect, they can't believe the hero's kindness.