He's sitting in his shop, bored as hell waiting for a new prisoner to make it to his room to buy supplies. He groans and leans against the wall. He was hungry, but he didn't feel like dealing with the more...irritating monsters lurking around. He drags his claws against the brick wall behind him to sharpen his claws, when he hears someone crawling through the vent to get in. He straightens up a bit, expecting said prisoner

"welcome to my humble- oh."

Not a prisoner