Argol was in charge of buying equipment. Both he and his sister already had their armor and weapons, so he just needed to get them functional, practical clothes to wear while traveling. He figured that since any store would have those he didn't need to be picky about where he looked, so he went inside the first store he saw that looked like it would work, which was rather small and unremarkable, almost shabby, from the outside, and had a plain sign reading "Clothing For All" (rather refreshing, since most stores like that tried to have elaborate titles to outdo each other). But what Argol found inside the drab wooden doors surprised him. The store seemed much bigger on the inside than the outside, and it had a huge, almost dizzying variety of clothes stacked high on its many rows of shelves--rags for peasants, fancy clothes of silk and velvet and the like for nobles, metal armor for warriors, leather armor for thieves, cloth robes for magic users, all sorts of uniforms, and on top of all that they had much of their stock in different sizes and shapes for different races, which was not common in this mostly human part of the kingdom.
Argol was so overwhelmed by the unexpected variety in the store that he couldn't even browse, but instead just stood in the entrance staring at the selection until someone came up to him. "Sir?" The prince, snapped out of his reverie, looked at the man who had addressed him, who had to be the shopkeeper. He was a wizened old man, slightly shorter than Argol himself, with white hair and beard and a kindly face and voice that had the slightest hint of an accent that Argol couldn't identify. He was wearing a brown cloth tunic that was disappointingly drab when compared with everything on sale. "Sir," the shopkeeper asked again, "how may I help you?"
"I'm looking for some traveling clothes for my sister and I," Argol answered, and the shopkeeper smiled.
"Ah yes, young master, I am sure we have what you are looking for. Please, feel free to look around." The shopkeeper bowed and ducked away, gone before Argol had a chance to protest that the shopkeeper hadn't actually helped him at all. He found that he didn't really mind as much as he thought he would, since looking for the right clothes would give him an opportunity to browse. And browse he did, wandering through the store and looking through the vast array of clothes. They didn't seem to be arranged in any logical way and different types of clothes were distributed randomly, but it seemed more interesting that way.
Eventually, Argol's eye settled on one item in particular. Not only was it not what he was looking for, it wasn't even anything like the sort of thing he might ever wear, but he was drawn to it. He had to have it. "How much for this one?"
The shopkeeper appeared from somewhere and grinned broadly once he saw what Argol was holding. "Ah, that? For you, young master? Just three coppers." Barely registering the strangely low price, Argol handed the shopkeeper his coin as if in a trance and then looked down longingly at the piece of clothing in his hand that he now owned. He had it, now he had to wear it.