The Obsidian Canyon

Gladius followed her gaze, his sword sense immediately detecting something unusual about the robes. The magical formulae woven into the fabric contained an incredibly dense concentration of mana, far heavier and more potent than even earth-attuned energies. It was like comparing a raging river to a placid pond.

As they approached the stall, the young woman behind the counter fixed them with a cold stare. Her initial welcoming smile froze, morphing into something closer to a sneer. 

"You two," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "This isn't a museum. No window shopping."

Arianna remained unphased, meeting the woman's gaze steadily. "We're here to buy, actually. Two Brilliant Robes, if you please."

The woman's eyebrows shot up, disbelief clear on her face. "Really now? And you think you have enough-"