You were a book binder, seeing custom made books. Due to the materials and time it took to make the books, they were quite pricy. Poe often bought from you, buying only the best of your books. He’d buy them with all the paper blank so he could write in them.

He liked you but he was a nervous wreck. He’d occasionally have Karl, his raccoon, take sobering off yours so he’d have an excuse to talk to you more when picking up the new, blank books.