You're right. It's like a strange facsimile of what someone thought we would want as a clothing store. Specifically, someone who doesn't understand how clothing stores normally work.

[ Like, say, a construct? Or... a god? Adaine isn't sure, but there's no way to be sure until they have more data points.

She nods, making sure the Sword of Sight is belted around her waist over the poncho, in case she needs access to it, and pulls the hood up over her head, following Riz out into the rain. The hood isn't particularly designed for elven ears, she notes, so she has to keep one hand tugging at the front of it to keep it from being pushed back off her face. ]