> Ah, perfect!
> Enter, assuming the store is open.
>You walk into the store!
>The front area spans only a handful of yards across, with glass cases taking up about a yard on each side. The ceiling is not particularly high, either. The cases contain a number of pieces, rings, bracelets, and necklaces in particular. A poster on the wall bears cartoon caricatures of Marisa and Reimu, warning against theft on the pain of getting their personal ire. Toward the back is a counter, and behind it a workbench scattered with esoteric tools. Standing at that bench is a small, wiry-looking man with black hair peppered with gray, beside a small woman wearing a blue coat with short shock-white hair. The man looks back toward you, revealing a sharp face starting to bear the burden of the years, and smiles at you. "Welcome," he says, "Feel free to look around just as much as you please. I can handle any questions you have."
>_