Walking side by side through the automatic glass doors, Aoni and Damien entered Caster's Emporium and, in doing so, drew quite a few gazes from random passersby.
After all, this was considered a top-of-the-line store, and no matter how you looked at it, from behind or from an obscure angle, Aoni didn't look like he belonged.
Thankfully, the staff, unlike randoms outside, had a different approach entirely.
Within three seconds of entering the large store, which was laid out like a grocery store, a clerk came up and greeted the two newbie travelers with a smile.
"Orange-Tier Traveler's Thurston and Cheshire, my name is Harrison; how may I be of assistance to you today."
Taking a quick peek at their access cards, the clerk, a man in his late 20s with a slim build and slicked-back green hair, stood politely and greeted them not only by name but by Orange-Tier Traveler.