starter for @impostpersona
“This place is so strange,” Lyra mumbles. She stands stationary to one side of the hotel entrance, taking a moment to look around. The lack of shiny advertisement signs is what confuses her. Naturally, she lived in the city, and this place is... not rural, but secluded, perhaps. Perhaps there are few needs to advertise when most stores hold a natural monopoly by default?
She would accept that as a logical answer, but she’d think that there would at least be a sign saying “textile shop” or “clothing shop” outside.
It’s also possible that the world she’s in now operates differently. But she’s getting no answers simply observing like this.
She spots movement; a bystander is walking towards her. Excellent; they don’t seem to be busy. “Excuse me!” She calls out to him. “Did you get sent here by the Velvet Room, too? Is there any sort of shop that sells cloth here?”
