The moment you and Garrek step into the main street, the atmosphere shifts. The usual market chatter and early morning business are momentarily silenced by the sound of approaching hoofbeats and the rhythmic clanking of steel.

Garrek catches your arm, his excitement briefly overshadowed by caution. [b]"Heads up, Kalila. Look."[/b]

Coming down the center of the road is a small procession of knights, five in total. Their armor is magnificent: polished metal that catches the morning sun and reflects the light back in blinding flashes. Unlike the simple gear worn by most local guards, these suits are intricately detailed, featuring delicate, stylized rose carvings etched into the breastplates and gauntlets. They are mounted on powerful, well groomed steeds of various colors.

Garrek leans in to whisper, his voice low but vibrating with awe and slight tension. [b]"Those are the Queen's Guard. Her personal defense. High rank knights, the best she has. She sent them here and up to Thundrastone to break the Vultures' backs for good. You don't mess with them."[/b]

The contingent passes, their disciplined formation parting the crowds.

Once the sound of their horses fades, Garrek straightens up, the subject of your dress sales momentarily forgotten. [b]"Okay, now we can go."[/b]

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Miller's shop is tucked between a produce stand and a dry goods seller. It's a small building, unremarkable except for the spinning sign above the door: a stylized drawing of a spinning wheel.

Inside, the air smells of freshly dyed cloth and rough linen. Rolls of fabric are stacked high, and hooks display sturdy leather belts and boots. Standing behind the counter, organizing bolts of canvas, is a thin, stern looking human man with graying temples.

Garrek strides confidently up to the counter, flashing a wide, friendly grin. [b]"Miller! Good morning! We need gear for this lady. Something appropriate for work, because she's starting at The Panther's Rest."[/b]