Sure.

Looking down at your filthy feet you decide right there that no matter what you need to go buy some shoes. “I hope this is a lot of money.” You say looking over the coins in your pouch. It takes another two hours before you finally reach the edge of the city, which you realize has a wooden wall all the way around it. You are pretty sure you could swim out into the stream and go around the wall section protecting it, but then again that might be frowned upon, so you instead just head to the right. When you get to the gate the guards look you over with a look of lust in their eyes, but they don't say anything. Then you spot something that really kind of confuses you, a car. “Wait what? But I thought?” You have to admit it seems odd thinking you were somehow magically in a fantasy world straight out of a role playing game or a movie or something, even down to how your magic spells seem to work, but there it is a rather boring looking Escort, straight out of the nineties. “Huh.” Walking into a general store, you see a mix of items that belong in any fantasy setting, yet right along them you find a modern metal lunch box, a box of strike on the box matches, and camp lantern you imagine is battery operated.

“Just got that in last week from a portal jumper, it can be yours for five gold.” Turning around you see a rather cute woman in her mid twenties with long black hair, deep tan skin, lovely deep brown eyes, with a very athletic build, wearing a pair of simple brown leather breeches, a clearly hand made white tunic with a tied on belt, and a pair of cute white sneakers. Another thing you can't help but notice is the fact that she is about two inches taller than you.

With many questions rolling around in your head, the one you simply have to know is, “So how tall are you?”

She seems a little surprised at your question but she answers, “I'm 5'6” why?”

“Oh, so I am short they weren't all seven feet tall after all.” You muse out loud.

“Who?” She asks, then, “So did you want the lantern?”

Setting it down you say, “Actually what I really need is a pair of shoes.”

“And a dress, or some pants, or at least a real shirt?” She asks with a grin, “Sadly we don't really carry clothes. We do get in a few items from portal jumpers now and again, we accept any other world items as payment. Someone will eventually buy anything from somewhere else.” She lifts her foot to draw your attention to her shoes, “Some stuff is really nice.” Looking down at your feet she adds, “You know I think we still have some shoes, we might have a pair in your size now that I think about it. They are ten gold each, but worth every bit.”

“Sure let's see them.” She takes you through the store past shelves and shelves of items of all kinds much like any pawn shop in the USA, but with the addition of many hand made items that would belong in the middle ages. The only real thing that seems missing is you don't see anything that would need to be plugged in. It would seem they don't have an electrical grid here. She finally stops and points to a shelf with a row of pairs of shoes, all modern, about ten pairs total. She pulls out a tape measure and measures your foot.

“I think that is a size six. I think two of these are a six.” She picks through the shoes, finally finding the two she thinks will fit. The first is a simple pair of white crochet ballet flats, and the second is a pair of black knee high boots with chunky four inch heels. “Want to try them on?”