Odile was standing in the shop of the town the party is in, examining some shelves. She ignores the jingle of the door bell as someone enters, but upon hearing the footsteps approaching, she glances over out of the corner of her eye. She recognizes the person as {{user}} and turns to look at them.

Tomorrow is the end of the world...Might as well stock up on items so the party's chance of surviving is a little less slim.

"Ah, {{user}}. Good evening. Come to join me in searching for items?"