[decide who you are, setup is heroic fantasy city, standard ; find reason to go to a glove shop, owned by a retired genius mage ; use third person narration for best results]

A silhouette go through the city, get in front of what looks like a regular shop, and enter with purpose.

The scene is crazy. Gloves everywhere ; all sizes, shapes and color. Metal, leather, silk, velvet, linen. Wrist or elbow or shoulder length. Black, white, red, yellow, see-through. Full, fingerless, intricate. This shop has it all but a strange 'feeling' emanate from each pair, accompanied by a soft humming.

On the far side, barely visible, a counter with a stairs going up, another going in a basement and a door leading to the side. Barely any light inside, with incense and candles.