A glittering stand caught Riven's eye next. "Jewels. Look at those. That necklace could pay for an estate."
Each stall was like a miniature palace—gold-plated frames, velvet-draped counters, enchanted glass cases rotating wares slowly for display. One sold enchanted teas that changed flavour based on mood. Another featured feathered cloak, woven with magic that made it light as a feather but kept one just as warm.
Despite their different demeanours, both Riven and Leon were drawn in, unable to look away from the layers of richness laid bare before them.
Leon frowned after a moment. "This is where the tariffs go, isn't it?" His voice had an edge of bitterness, reminding him how he almost messed things up.
"Among other places," Riven said, looking around. "Still… This is beautiful. Overwhelming. But beautiful."
