>>5875516Inside you’re met with a large, dim room, covered in shelves stacked with the most diverse set of objects you have ever laid eyes on. There’s furniture, clothes, statues, and all sorts of strange objects throughout the room, which is lit with only a few candles.
And, as your eyes adjust to the darkness, standing a little to the side you see a man. He is neither short nor tall, roughly middle aged, thin, with dark black hair, and a goatee and moustache. Well dressed in a waistcoat and old fashioned long jacket, he seems respectable enough, though his eyes have a certain gleam to them even in this gloom that you can’t quite place.
“Hello. I do not believe that we are acquainted. Isaiah Klund.”
His voice is soft, though there is a faint hint of something else to it. He offers you his hand, even bending down a little to bring himself to your level. You take it.
>Arsene LeBlanc. “Mr. LeBlanc. Yes, that seems like your name. Tell me, what has caused you to enter my store today?”
You shrug. You believe he might have a stolen letter, but you can’t say that to his face.
>Oh, curiosity. This is a very interesting place you have here, and I thought I’d check it out. There’s not many places like this in Los Diablos.He nods, then speaks in a very serious voice.
“Tell me, do you believe in the occult, Mr. LeBlanc?”
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>Yes.>No.>Write in.He raises his eyebrow, and smiles. It’s a cryptic smile, and he looks at you with a twinkle in the corner of his eye as he nods.
“I see. Well then, feel free to look around, and please ask any me any questions you wish. And of course, no touching of any items in the collection, even if you wish to buy. You might hurt yourself.”
You look around you. You can’t see anything dangerous here other than a sword or two, but you feel like Klund is serious. Guess you better follow his instructions. The man begins to walk away from you, lighting candles in the store to brighten it up a little bit, but you can still hold a conversation with him while you wander around and browse the shelves.
>How long have you been here, Mr. Klund? He smiles again.
“A long time. A very long time. Oh, the days that I have seen, Mr. LeBlanc. I could tell you tales until closing time and it would not be long enough.
>I see. And what precisely do you sell?He shrugs, and simply says: “I sell things Mr. Leblanc.”
He doesn’t elaborate, so you ask him.
>What kinds of things?“All kinds. Curiosities. Ancient things. Old ideas. Remnants from places and peoples forgotten. Whatever people want.”
He lights some more candles. You don’t see him use a match.
