Tessa grins and starts writing out a shopping list.
"Leo has graciously agreed to take me along into his world," says Suzanna with a measure of glee, "and this joint is getting kind of tired, so I think we'll be taking our leave."
Suzanna takes a moment to purchase some tomes of forgotten lore for herself, and a bottle of a particularly nice vintage of blood, and merrily follows Leo through his door.
Tessa leaves as well, hauling a rolling suitcase of obscure grimoires behind her. The world isn't going to know what hit it.
"My credit stamp is not infinite, I pay the rent on a rooftop cottage for me and my fiancé," says Leekath.
I can also simply rent you a perch, or you might find the trees in the yard comfortable enough.
"Trees might do. I guess I've got options."
I cannot produce magical items.
"Well," says Leekath, "that rules out almost everything worth having in Elcenia that costs more than, like, five aaberik."
So Bar produces twenty complete outfits of variously pastel, variously embroidered and beaded, artful Esmaarlan clothes, and six pairs of shoes, and, in a basket, miscellaneous accessories and locally appropriate jewelry. I did a little bargain hunting for you, but this is all top wearing-out-and-about quality for the locale, Bar promises. Appropriate for the various Esmaarlan seasons and should be reasonably fashion-forward for the next year and respectable for twenty to thirty. The individual pieces should mix and match pretty well, although they're presented in complete outfits for your immediate convenience. It's Esmaar, so it's dresses, and skirts with blouses, but there are several pairs of leggings in there too (and socks, and three cardigans and a poncho and a shawl, and underthings, and two scarves, and sashes.)