Th two young woman walked down the crowded streets, streets crowded with humans as they had to pass into the city proper to find a semi reputable magic shop. Ten minutes of walking and the two women found Boran's Spell Compendium located in a small shop just off of the main bazaar.
The shop was filled with a modest amount of spells, mainly scrolls which could be purchased for spell acquisition. Rows upon rows of scrolls separated by spell, and type of spell, we're stacked up the walls.
A short fat man with a ragged beard and thick potbelly was talking to a prospective customer in a boastful voice, "These are just my basic spells, first and second circles respectively... all hand scribed, I guarantee no mistakes...my private stock is a bit more potent...I've been known to dabble in the fourth circle of magic. If you require access to that stock, I'm sure we can reach an agreement.
He barely glances at the two young women as they enter his shop.
Spoiler
The spell level someone is capable of casting is also known as a circle of magic. Only the most powerful of mages can access the eight and ninth circles. Most mages in the world can't pass the third circle until advancing in years due to their average intelligences. People passing the 6th circle are extremely fearsome and rare.