Dawn broke over Oakhaven, casting a soft, rosy glow through the frost-covered windows of the Inn. Robert stirred beneath the warmth of his blankets, the aches from the previous day's events a dull reminder of the long road that had led him here. He rose and donned his armor, the familiar weight of steel and leather a comforting presence against the uncertainties that lay ahead. Each buckle fastened, each strap tightened, was a small ritual preparing him for the day to come. Descending the creaking staircase, he entered the Inn's common room, now bustling with activity. The air was thick with the aroma of frying bacon and strong coffee, mingling with the chatter of the patrons. Rough-hewn tables were packed with laborers, their weathered faces etched with the hardships of their trade, while in a quieter corner, he recognized a few of the adventurers he'd encountered the night before, their hushed conversation punctuated by the clink of tankards. Robert chose a secluded table near the hearth, the warmth of the fire a welcome contrast to the lingering chill in the air. He settled into the worn wooden chair, his gaze drawn to the flames dancing in the fireplace, as he awaited the arrival of the server.

Anya, the innkeeper's daughter, appeared at Robert's table a few moments later, her cheerful smile a welcome sight. "Good morning, Robert," she greeted him warmly. "I trust you slept well? Today's special is the Hunter's Breakfast – venison sausage patties, crispy fried potatoes with onions and peppers, and two perfectly poached eggs. Can I tempt you with some fresh coffee, juice, or perhaps our renowned breakfast ale?"

"The Hunter's Breakfast sounds perfect," Robert replied, his stomach already rumbling in anticipation. "And I'll take a cup of your strong coffee, please." Anya's eyes twinkled with amusement. "No Elara this morning?" she inquired, her gaze sweeping the room. "She's not one for early mornings," Robert chuckled. "I expect she'll grace us with her presence a little later." With a knowing laugh, Anya collected his order and bustled away, leaving Robert to savor the warmth of the fire and the anticipation of a hearty breakfast. Robert was enjoying the morning sounds of the common room when Elara sat down at the table, "It's too early, but I could smell breakfast from my room." Robert just laughed and waved over at Anya who came and took Elara's order which was the special but with juice.

As they awaited their breakfast, Elara leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "So, what's the plan for today?" "First," Robert replied, "a bit of shopping. We need to blend in, and this armor isn't exactly subtle. My jeans aren't going to cut it either, I imagine." He paused, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Then, we need information. What's the lay of the land here in Oakhaven? And what's happening in the kingdom beyond?" He turned his attention to the air beside him. "Hal, can you give us a bit more context about where we are?"

I can now provide some additional information. While I cannot divulge everything, I can offer enough to guide your inquiries.

"Excellent," Robert nodded. "We'll head up to my room after this and see what Hal has to offer. The key is to decide whether we stay in Oakhaven or move on." He trailed off, contemplating their next move. Just then, Anya arrived, her arms laden with their breakfast. The sight of the steaming food momentarily dispelled the weight of their conversation, and they ate in companionable silence, the clinking of cutlery and the crackling fire providing a comforting backdrop. As they finished, Elara reached across the table, her hand gently resting on Robert's. "You miss them, don't you?" she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I know you tried to be quiet last night, but I could hear you. I'm so sorry, Robert. I know how it feels to lose everyone... and I want you to know I'm here for you." Robert met her gaze, a wave of gratitude washing over him. "Thank you, Elara," he replied, a faint smile touching his lips. "I know you miss them too." After breakfast, they headed up to Rob's room to get what they could from Hal.

So, you are in The quaint town of Oakhaven, which sits on the King's Road on the eastern side of the Kingdom of Eldoria. You are currently positioned a little over a hundred miles east of the bustling capital and a mere forty miles from the vibrant river city of Riverfall. Eldoria itself occupies the western expanse of the vast continent of Aethel, the largest of the three landmasses that grace the planet of Valoria. While predominantly a human kingdom, Eldoria had long embraced the rich tapestry of cultures woven by the diverse races inhabiting its lands. Humans, elves, dwarves, and even the occasional gnome or halfling lived and thrived within its borders, their traditions and customs blending into a vibrant mosaic.

Presiding over this harmonious realm was the young Queen Lysandra, who had ascended to the throne a little over a year ago, following the passing of her father.

"Thank you, Hal," Robert said, a hint of wonder in his voice. He then turned to Elara, relaying the information with a touch of awe, "We really are in a brand new world." Elara's eyes widened, reflecting Robert's amazement. "This is different than even my old world," she breathed. "Indeed," Robert agreed, his gaze fixed on the distance, as if trying to grasp the vastness of this newfound reality. "So, we know where we are and who's in charge. Now, let's delve into this world a bit further. Shall we go shopping and see what Oakhaven has to offer? Perhaps then, we can start to envision where our path might lead." Elara readily agreed, and together they descended the stairs, their footsteps echoing with a newfound sense of purpose. Robert approached the innkeeper, Orin, his broad shoulders and confident stance commanding attention. "Good sir," he inquired, "where might we find suitable attire in this fine town? We're in need of clothing that blends a bit more seamlessly with the local fashion."

This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

Orin, his eyes twinkling with the wisdom of a seasoned innkeeper, stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Ah," he mused, "seeking new attire for your adventures, are you? If it's finely crafted garments you desire, tailored to your exact specifications, then The Weaver's Loom is the place to go. But if ready-made clothing suits your needs, the Oakhaven Trading Post, our general store, should have a decent selection." He gestured with a flourish towards the bustling town square. "You can't miss it, just across from the babbling fountain." With a grateful nod to the innkeeper, Robert and Elara stepped out into the crisp morning air, the promise of new discoveries hanging heavy in the air. They set off towards The Weaver's Loom, its location easily discernible thanks to Orin's clear directions.

The shop's exterior, with its quaint wooden sign depicting a delicate spider web woven with golden thread, hinted at the artistry within. Pushing open the door, they stepped into a haven of sartorial elegance. Exquisite garments, each a testament to the weaver's skill, were artfully displayed throughout the room. Rich fabrics shimmered under the soft glow of hanging lanterns, and intricate embroidery adorned cloaks and tunics with intricate designs. Robert, though no connoisseur of fashion, couldn't help but be impressed by the craftsmanship on display. A moment later, a woman emerged from a back room, her warm smile and welcoming demeanor radiating the confidence of a master artisan. "Welcome, travelers," she greeted them, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "How may I assist you today?"

"Greetings," Robert began, with a courteous incline of his head. "My name is Robert, and this is my ward, Elara." He gestured towards the young woman at his side. "We find ourselves in need of some new attire – everyday clothing, at least four sets each, including undergarments, and a couple of sets of sturdier travel wear." He paused, casting a glance towards Elara. "I have no particular preference for color, but perhaps my ward has some requests." Elara, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, stepped forward. "If it's possible," she said, her voice soft yet steady, "I'd love something that complements my hair. I've never had the luxury of finely made clothing, so I'm not entirely sure what's achievable." The shopkeeper's smile deepened, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "My name is Seraphina Threadwell, though most folks simply call me Aphina. And yes, my dear, matching your hair color is certainly within my capabilities." Her gaze swept over them with a practiced eye. "Now, to ensure I can create something truly special for you both, might I inquire about your budget?"

Robert hesitated, momentarily thrown by the question. "Forgive my ignorance," he confessed, "but I'm unfamiliar with the local cost of goods. If we were to commission something of, say, middling quality, what sort of price range would we be looking at?" Aphina, ever the astute businesswoman, was quick to provide an estimate. "For you, good sir," she began, "everyday attire, including undergarments, would be seven silver pieces per set, while travel clothing would be eight. For the young lady," she continued, turning to Elara, "the cost would be nine and eleven silver pieces, respectively. A lady's needs are often a bit more elaborate, you see." She paused, calculating the total. "So, forty-four silver for you, and fifty-eight for your ward. A grand total of one hundred and two silver pieces, or shall we simply say one gold piece for the convenience of it all? I can have everything ready for you in a few days' time."

"The price is certainly agreeable," Robert confirmed, his hand instinctively reaching toward his coin purse. "But if I were to offer one gold and twenty silver pieces, could we perhaps expedite the process and have them ready in two days?" Aphina considered the proposition for a moment, her fingers tapping a rhythmic beat against the counter. "Indeed," she declared at last, a spark of challenge in her eyes. "One gold and twenty silver it is. I shall have your garments ready by day's end, two days from now." "Excellent!" Robert exclaimed, relieved. "Now then," Aphina announced, her tone shifting to one of brisk efficiency. "Let's get those measurements. Robert, if you please, step behind this partition here." She indicated a discreet curtained area at the back of the shop. "And if you'd be so kind as to remove your armor and... other attire," she added with a playful wink, "it will ensure the utmost accuracy."

Robert, with a slight chuckle, obliged. He disappeared behind the partition, the clinking of armor accompanying the rustling of fabric. Aphina's practiced hands made quick work of the measurements, her keen eye assessing his form with professional precision. In a matter of moments, he was re-emerging, armor restored, ready to resume his role as protector. Elara, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, then took her turn behind the curtain. Aphina's measurements took a bit longer this time, as she carefully considered the young woman's figure, envisioning the graceful lines of the garments to come. Once the measuring was complete, Robert settled the account, placing the agreed-upon sum in Aphina's outstretched hand. With heartfelt thanks and promises to return for their new attire, they departed the shop, the anticipation of their transformed appearance adding a spring to their step.