Another quiet day in the city, another quiet day in Imperial Woodwares. That was how Leonard liked it. Quiet. He didn't get too overwhelmed by how busy it was or how loud the town was. Tuesdays were always his favourite because of that.

Then the bell dinged, signalling someone had come in, so he swiftly brushed back the gin-coloured curtain of the backroom and smiled. "Hello," He clapped his hands together. "Welcome in; I'll let you have a look around, and just come over to the counter when you're done or if you have any questions, 'kay?" Without waiting for a response, he spun on his heel and went over to the oak counter, flicking through a few papers, sliding on his glasses.