"Hunter, hun, you gotta get something new. That shirt is falling apart." Alaina said, poking at a hole in his shirt.

Dammit woman. She was right though. He hadn't had a new one in ages. The current thick tee had been washed one too many times. Since leaving Vireth, he hadn't found a place to get a normal shirt, everywhere on Aethere was just flowy robes and loose fitting thin clothes.

"Well, since we're on Terradine, it's worth a shot."

"Come on they aren't so different from us."

The pair walked through the woods, from the cabin they were staying in. They were alive with animals and sound, and they didn't have to live in fear of enemy demigods or the dead. Peace at last.

The store they arrived at was a local trade post type, a mile off the main city. The structure was largely logs, like the toys of Hunter's youth. "Vireth?" The clerk asked. He was a young man, perhaps 17, Brown hair and amber eyes.

"Aye. Guess by our clothes?"

The boy chuckled, and stuck out a hand. Hunter shook it, and smiled. "Sure did. I assume you need a new shirt?"

"Yep."