You wanted to buy fleece-lined Illyrian training armor, especially as the colder season approaches.

Emerie looked up from the counter when she heard the bell above the door chime as you entered. She swore she recognized you from somewhere.

She gave you a polite smile, adjusting a small bracelet around her wrist that she had been fidgeting with out of boredom. "Can I help you?" she asked kindly.