"Eighty Lunar?" Nathan said. "For sleeves?"
"Rune-threaded," Elara said.
"They better make me invisible."
"They don't."
Nathan's fingers tapped the glass. It didn't move.
"You're setting off the proximity charm," Elara added.
"So?"
"It logs contact."
He paused. Pulled his hand back.
Merlin looked across the central aisle. A stair column spiraled upward with floating stone steps. No railing. No visible support. Just slow rotation.
Elara walked toward it.
"You coming?" she asked.
Merlin nodded once.
Nathan sighed and peeled himself away from the mannequins.
Second level.
Wider arc. The floor here shifted underfoot, slightly springy. Thin cushioning under laminate that tricked the step.
'This is pretty good.'
This level had tech vendors. Arcane monitors. Portable casting rigs. Transcribers. Two booths with retinal glyph recorders and loud salespeople yelling about speed and clarity.
Nathan gravitated immediately.
Elara hung back.
