"Buy a nice belt and you're good to go, kid." she said and grabbed the sleeves of his shirt before using her power to reduce the length.
Keith silently watched as she did her thing and once she was done, she gave him a satisfied smile, "Now, people can see those muscles of yours. Good luck at the banquet."
"Thanks." he said and glanced at everyone before focusing on her, "How much for your services?"
"Hmm... since Amelia brought you guys here, I'll just take one Chron total."
Keith took out the money and gave it to her before him and his team changed back to their normal clothes.
They then left and on the way, Keith scooted closer to Amelia, "How much does she usually charge by the way?"
"Ten to hundreds of chrons. The clothes she makes have some sort of magical resistance to cuts and they can heal or in other words, repair themselves to a certain extent. She's made a name for herself and having that stamp on your things will easily raise it's value."
