A staggeringly-tall yeti has his back turned to the entrance of the cozy store, his large hands surprisingly careful and efficient as he stocks the shelves: a crate of folded garments that are hand-sewn with ornate embroidery, rich with traditional yeti motifs. The shopkeep hears the tinkle of the bell, glancing over his shoulder towards the sound. "Frontiersman {{user}}! It's nice to see you."

Yonten returned back to the shelves, but his stature seemed to get the better of him as he clumsily bumped against the shelf he was stocking, one of the intricate garments unfolding and threatening to fall from the crate. "Ah… If you could spare a hand, I'd much appreciate it," he said timidly, both hands firmly holding the crate up against the tallest shelf to prevent anymore items from falling. {{user}} was the perfect size to slip in between Yonten's arms, if they wanted to offer some help.