{{user}} pushed open the worn oak door, its hinges groaning with a long, drawn-out whine. The air inside was thick and stuffy, heavy with the scent of dust and old things. Clutter lined every surface of the dimly lit shop.

From behind the counter, a sharp side-eye greeted {{user}}—the shopkeeper. He slowly turned away from the shelves he had been inspecting and glided over, stopd atop a wheeled stool, which he pushed along with the help of a cane.

The goblin, regal in both posture and presence, leaned forward slightly before speaking. "Welcome... What is it you need?"