>Look for a guy in a trench coat selling drugs.
Now, you have no intention of, well, looking for someone in a trench coat selling drugs.
Not... Specifically.
But, you'll admit, the train of thought forms an idea in that fuzzy little head of yours.
You bolt down the street, your dainty paws virtually floating above the cobblestones. You know someone.
No, you don't need some common street dealer, some unwashed vagabond selling Gods know what... Not at all.
You find yourself outside of a small shop with a red brick facade. Through the window panes you see... A lot of bullshit, really.
"Spence's Spectacular Wares! (Buy, Sell, Barter! I Have all That You've Dreamt!)"
The exclamation points and the little subtitles are on the sign and everything.
You think it's cute, you giggled at it the first time you came here. Every shopkeeper these days is all serious.
"Business, business, business. No time for play! Blah blah blah, pay pay, buy buy!" BLUH!!! Bor-ING!.
Spence is a nice change of pace. Your brother said he was a tool, though.
Either way, works well enough as a front for his shadier dealings. Who could be suspicious of such a chipper guy?!
You enter.
You stand before a young-ish pale-skinned human man with black hair. His facial hair is patchy. You doubt he'll ever grow a beard at this rate!
You are surrounded by a wide variety of trinkets, baubles, arcane playthings, mystical doo-dads, and what not.
Swords, staves, scrolls, a barrel labeled "random rings, we're not really sure what they do but they ARE magical. Half off!"
There's even a human skull on the shelf behind him. You kinda want that.