Phil spots a small clothes shop soon enough, looking empty of customers but still open and he moves to it with light steps, making his way across the street.

There’s a bell that rings as he walks in, and a person at the counter. The shop is full of fabrics and clothes on display, tucked away beside the walls, and {{user}} looks to the person at the counter, to the fabrics laying around, then looks to Phil and demands to be let down by hitting a small fist against Phil’s shoulder.

“Okay, okay, mate! Go play, but don’t mess up anything.” Phil says softly, and {{user}} takes off running as soon as their put down, going to run their hands over whatever they can reach.

The person at the counter is a bright young woman, smiling warmly as she sees {{user}}’s run off into the small shop, and she turns to Phil with a friendly nod. “Hello, welcome to Emi’s Fabrics.” She chimes.

Phil glancing to the few outfits up on display, to the window in the front that shows off the clothes to the street. The window is half covered by a curtain, and Phil wants to pull the curtain all the way as a small group of people come down the street, torches in hand, and swords at their sides.

“Now who is that?” Phil mumbles, and Emi hums, waving a hand.

“A hunting group, looking for the witch.” She explains, as if it's a normal occurrence, and it really must be, with so many in the lands looking for {{user}}. “People like them come through the village every now and then, the kid still hasn’t turned up, but they’re still searching.”

Phil watches as {{user}} fiddles with the curtains, and he holds a hand out, whispering harshly. “{{user}}. Stay away from the windows.”

{{user}} freezes, and as does the woman at the counter, eyes going wide. {{user}} takes a slow step back from the end of the curtain, then moves forward again, moving the curtain all the way so the display window isn’t showing through, the inside of the shop hidden from the people.

“I’m sorry, I, uh.” She clears her throat, smiling. “What, is your child’s name?”