McKenna followed the shopkeeper to the back room, or whatever they called the custom orders room. She started to daydream about her ideal set of robes. Sparkles? Nah, too tacky. Faux fur? Totally last season. Silk? Definetly. She could her her name embroidered on the pocket. Thet would be nice. "Okay, so what I had in mind was solid black silken robes, with a pocket on the chest. Also, could you somehow charm the pocket so when I figure out my house, it will show the seal for that household? I would like to have my name embroidered onto the pocket as well." McKenna stared at the shop keeper, hoping she wasn't pushing it. She really needed to get custom robes, so she could n't blow this. McKenna felt nervous. Had she said something wrong? Will her vision fail? Instantly, McKenna wished her mother was here, and wasn't sitting in a boardroom filled with chairmen from around the world. She wanted her dad to take her for ice cream instead of sitting in a dungeon inventing new magic items. Sorrow was the only emotion McKenna felt.