The bookshop smelled of dust and old wood, with the barest hint of patchouli and old leather adding a certain warmth to the space. Opulent silks in vibrant jewel tones hung from the rafters, obscuring the light from each window and ensuring sun would never decay the bindings.

In the front window, a black jungle cat lazed upon plush cushions in rich velvet and glimmering satin to match the colors of the curtains. Somewhere, a prism had been hidden in a window, casting an array across the whole shop, leaving dancing rainbows wherever a draft swept by. Dusty shelves displayed all manner of trinkets, scrolls, and greenery among the books, juxtaposing the old, the new, the natural, and the manmade. Incense beckoned any visitors deeper through the stacks, whispering promises of unknown power and untold secrets. How many hours could be lost in such a wondrous place?

The shelves gave way to a solid wood table with ornately carved feet, stacked with ancient texts, odds and ends, and the occasional-- weapon? Looking around the cleared space, illustrious weapons and flawless armor lined the walls of this room, with a floor-to-ceiling shelf lining one wall that seemed entirely dedicated to blacked out jars full of liquid. Every item in this region sported a small tag that upon being turned over seemed to flash with a number meant for the viewer's eyes only. No sooner than the tag was dropped would the numbers disappear altogether.

"That's a REALLY good deal." A lithe ginger blonde man with twinkling green eyes smiled broadly at the stranger, seeming to have been peering over their shoulder.

The bookshop smelled of dust and old wood, with the barest hint of patchouli and old leather adding a certain warmth to the space. Opulent silks in vibrant jewel tones hung from the rafters, obscuring the light from each window and ensuring sun would never decay the bindings.

In the front window, a black jungle cat lazed upon plush cushions in rich velvet and glimmering satin to match the colors of the curtains. Somewhere, a prism had been hidden in a window, casting an array across the whole shop, leaving dancing rainbows wherever a draft swept by. Dusty shelves displayed all manner of trinkets, scrolls, and greenery among the books, juxtaposing the old, the new, the natural, and the manmade. Incense beckoned any visitors deeper through the stacks, whispering promises of unknown power and untold secrets. How many hours could be lost in such a wondrous place?

The shelves gave way to a solid wood table with ornately carved feet, stacked with ancient texts, odds and ends, and the occasional-- weapon? Looking around the cleared space, illustrious weapons and flawless armor lined the walls of this room, with a floor-to-ceiling shelf lining one wall that seemed entirely dedicated to blacked out jars full of liquid. Every item in this region sported a small tag that upon being turned over seemed to flash with a number meant for the viewer's eyes only. No sooner than the tag was dropped would the numbers disappear altogether.

"That's a REALLY good deal." A lithe ginger blonde man with twinkling green eyes smiled broadly at the stranger, seeming to have been peering over their shoulder.

As the newcomer went to speak, he answered the very question they were about to ask. "They're magic. Not even I know the price you'll get, but everything is at a discount." Shrugging impassively, he crossed his arms behind his back with his fingers splayed over his forearms, straightening to his full height. The strawberry locks fell forward over his shoulder, displaying the neat plait of restrained wild curls and the scrap of garnet fabric securing them from an unruly liberation. Freckles danced across his cheeks, painting white sand skin with an array of golden stars. Olive robes draped elegantly over his form, looking nearly too soft to touch. They were secured at his waist with an emerald green belt adorned with a bright silver buckle, giving the barest peek at the pale grey tunic and metallic bronze linen harem pants beneath. A simple box-shaped pendant hung around his neck upon a golden chain, and bangles in every color and width spanned his forearms, providing a sense of gaudy opulence to an otherwise plain outfit.

Bemused eyes appraised the person curiously, glimmering with mischief yet to be created. "What luck it is to make new friends. Fortune has brought you, so welcome to Mervin Majorum's Wonder Emporium!" He gestured widely, beaming in a ray of summer sunlight. "And who am I but the man of myth and mirth, Mervin Majorum. May I inquire, my marvelous [man/ma’am/mystery], what made you meander into my bizarre bazaar today?"