A small brass bell jingled above the door as Ollie led Jocelynn inside, and Eira followed a step behind them, still frowning up at the sign.
Whatever she had expected to find when Ollie brought them out shopping for Princess Jocelynn's ceremonial outfit, it wasn't this.
There were no gowns displayed on dress forms by the windows, no racks of cloaks or doublets waiting for a fitting, and no sample sleeves pinned to the walls to tempt a customer's eye. In fact, there wasn't a single finished garment anywhere in the shop.
There was only a vast quantity of cloth.
Bolts of it lined the walls from the floorboards to the rafters, stacked on deep wooden shelves that bowed slightly beneath their weight. Each bolt had been wound tightly around a wooden core and turned so that its edge faced outward, and the result was a wall of color unlike anything Eira had ever seen.
