As soon as Serenity entered the less than spacious thrift shop, she would be barraged by heavy scents of incense, which were coming from the large rack of candles near some sort of altar that was constructed near the front. The crimson altar had a terminal for transaction purposes, below the the top of it there was a dim red glow. The altar itself appeared to be constructed out of all sorts of used and scrapped mechanical parts. Behind the altar there was a vast collection of assorted scrolls, parchments, and a variety of maps all written in various alien languages. She would also notice the various products available, there was a Groddic Wishing Paw, dangling as part of a cheap necklace, alongside other assorted body parts, some that were embalmed and others that were not. Near the opening door there were a vast selection of post-cards. Just to the side of that, there was a large collection of canned goods from Nostrop Oil, to various spices, and many, many nameless containers. Further down there was a large drum that was reconverted into storage for something, from the drum emerged a faint clicking as a large black tentacle rose from the oil drum. A figure took a large metal rod as he smacked the tentacle with it, as it returned from whence it came.

The figure wore a dark red cloak that was covered in glowing runes. He was also wearing a light grey body suit. He peered at Serenity with his dark green cybernetic implanted eyes. His skin was a light amber, and had a large tendril going from the back of his head. He manuevered the tendril and waved it at Serenity. He opened his mouth, as it went fully agape, splitting apart the lower jaw bones, and making it extend all the way out as his flesh warped to become much more tighter around his face. He hissed out, "Welcome to my humble shop. May I interest you in some products?" He quickly returned his jaw back into position, as he moved his tendril and kept it hanging down, moving it from the left and right to a bit.