Chapter 303 The Hungry Hobbit
The shopkeeper looked at him while holding out some clothes and spoke. ''Try it on lad.''
Archer nodded as he took them and walked to the room the older man pointed at. He entered and started to try them on.
Slipping into the tunic, he felt the fabric's soft touch against his skin. It was smooth and caressed him like a gentle breeze.
As he adjusted the tunic over his shoulders, he couldn't help but notice how well it fit, hugging his frame without restricting his movements.
His fingers traced the tasteful violet decorations, the intricate patterns a testament to the craftsmanship that went into creating the attire.
They seemed to dance beneath his touch, each swirl and curve blending seamlessly with the rich black material.
Archer turned to the side, admiring himself in the mirror. The tunic flowed elegantly, its lines following his form with precision.
The sleeves draped just right, and the hemline fell at a perfect length. His white hair contrasted against the dark fabric, creating a striking visual.
He moved around, swaying gently to test the tunic's comfort. The fabric reacted effortlessly, moving with him as if it were an extension of his own skin.
Archer's violet eyes met his reflection's gaze, a spark of approval and satisfaction flickering in their depths.
His scales glimmered on his neck and hands. The attire felt comfortable, fitting well with his white hair, and the decorations complemented his violet eyes.
Once he was done Archer stepped out of the backroom, his attire draped elegantly over his form.
The sleek black tunic is adorned with tasteful violet decorations. His tailored pants and boots completed the ensemble, forming a charming and refined look.
The old man, who had helped him select the outfit, was standing by the entrance with a pleased expression.
As Archer approached, the shopkeeper's eyes widened slightly, a glint of surprise and admiration in them.
"Well, young man, I must say you look quite remarkable," the old man commented with genuine approval, his voice filled with satisfaction.
"It's as if the attire was meant just for you." He mumbled under his breath in amazement.
Archer gave a grateful smile, running a hand through his white hair. "Thank you. I must admit, it does feel like a perfect fit."
The shopkeeper's brows furrowed slightly in thought. "It's curious, isn't it? It's as if fate guided me to this outfit for you. It's not often that something seems to match a person so perfectly."
Archer chuckled softly, appreciating the old man's sentiment. "Perhaps there's a touch of magic in it, making sure I look my best for the occasion."
The shopkeeper laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Magic or not, you certainly have a knack for wearing it well. Now, you'll be the talk of the ball, mark my words, boy."
Archer's smile widened, and he gave a nod of gratitude. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for your help. I'll be sure to return if I need anything else in the future."
He went back into the room and got changed back into the clothes he was wearing before, after he was done with that he stored the new clothes in his Item Box.
Archer walked out and spotted The old man waiting for him, they made their way out to the front so he could pay for them.
When they got to the counter the old man introduced himself. ''I'm Oscar Thornwood, Owner of the Thornwood Clothing stores. We are based all over the empire.''
''I'm Archer Wyldheart. How much for the clothes?'' He replied in a friendly voice.
Upon hearing Archer's question, Oscar's face lit up with a smile. "Just four gold for it. And feel free to visit my shops in the future. I have a feeling I'll be seeing you more often now that you're attending the College."
Archer nodded his head and was curious so he asked. ''What's the college like?''
The old man pondered the question for a moment, his fingers gently stroking his chin. After a brief pause, he responded, "Well, they hold plenty of festivals and tournaments throughout the year. But next year is particularly special, as the Celestial Magic Tournament will take place on the central continent.''
Oscar stopped speaking sat down to get comfortable and continued. ''Of course, the colleges and academies also organize smaller competitions to determine who they'll send to the tournament."
When Archer heard this he got excited but thanked the man and left the shop. He returned to the dress shop and sat down on a bench to wait for the girls.
As he sat there he pulled out some bread and ate, he saw staff running backward and forward carrying all different dresses.
He waited there for another couple of hours, Archer got comfortable and fell asleep causing the people working at the shop to giggle.
When he was sleeping he felt something jump on him, Archer opened his eyes to see Sera smiling down at him.
She spoke in a happy tone as her tail swayed behind her. ''We are done, Arch. The dresses are lovely. But you don't get to see them until tonight.''
Sera giggled when she was done talking. Archer sat up and rubbed his eyes and saw the girls joining one by one.
Teuila spoke as she arrived. ''Did you get your clothes, Arch?''
He nodded as he stood up and spoke. ''Yeah, the shopkeepers helped out a lot with that. Let's go get something to eat and explore the city together.''
They all agreed and followed him out of the shop, the group made their way down the street.
Ella and Nefertiti beat the other five to hold his arm or hand, their antics caused him to laugh.
Archer led the group down the road as they were talking between them, he noticed people were looking at them.
He ignored them and saw a restaurant and entered. When he walked in the place was quiet and peaceful.
A man walked up to them with a smile as he spoke. ''Good afternoon young man and ladies. I'm Javis and I will be your server for your visit. Welcome to The Hungry Hobbit, we serve traditional Avalonian food.''
The girls giggled when they heard the name and Archer replied to the man. ''A large table please.''
Javis nodded and led them to the biggest table in the place, once they all were seated the girls started ordering their own food.
Archer ordered one of everything while the girls got single meals. They all looked at him and laughed.
Hemera was the first to speak. ''You're going to become a fat dragon soon Arch.''
Sera started laughing as Ella spoke. ''Soon we will have to put you on a diet.''
When he heard that he looked at the half-elf but the attacks weren't done as Talila waded in. ''You wouldn't look as handsome if you become fat Archer.''
He looked at her as Nefertiti commented with a voice full of love. ''You will be fine. Your eating doesn't seem to affect your weight husband.''
Archer smiled at her and they started to wait for their food to be brought to them. After a short wait, the aroma of mouthwatering dishes began to fill the air, accompanied by the bustling sounds of the restaurant's staff.
One by one, servers emerged from the kitchen, their arms laden with trays of mouthwatering food.
Platters of steaming roasted meats, baskets of fresh-baked bread, bowls of colorful salads, and pots of savory stews were carried with practiced precision.
Archer and the girls watched in amazement as the servers orchestrated a culinary symphony, placing each dish meticulously on the large table before them.
The plates and bowls seemed to multiply, forming a tantalizing mosaic of flavors and textures. The table transformed into a feast fit for kings and queens.
Javis, their cheerful server, led the procession with a wide grin, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.
"Dear guests," he proclaimed with a touch of theatricality, "behold the exquisite delights brought forth from The Hungry Hobbit!"
As the final dish found its place, Archer's violet eyes widened in awe.
The table had transformed into a masterpiece, adorned with culinary creations gathered from realms far and wide.
Plates held succulent roasted dragon meat, tender unicorn steaks glazed with enchanting sauces, and platters of buttery mermaid-farmed seaweed.
Bowls overflowed with shimmering celestial fruits, each bite offering a taste of the heavens.
Roast meats glistened, salads sparkled with vibrant colors, and the air was infused with the fragrant scents of herbs and spices.
The variety was astounding, from hearty stews to delicate pastries. Sera clapped her hands in delight, her eyes gleaming. "Oh, this is incredible!"
Teuila's mouth watered as she surveyed the spread. "I didn't expect so much!"
Archer chuckled, his excitement mirroring theirs. "Well, I did say one of everything!"
Ella's laughter rang out as she gazed at the abundance. "You certainly weren't kidding!"
Everyone, including Archer, shared the same excited smiles, even Hecate displayed a small grin.
Once everyone sat down, they eagerly started eating the food. The sounds of forks and knives clinking and their happy voices filled the air.
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