The smell was pretty strong in here, too. Probably to beat down the scent of a bunch of weird stuff, but it was still an overpower array of scents. [i]This is one of the shadier thrift stores I've ever been in, certainly...[/i] She clearly underestimated how sketchy this place could get, her eyes glancing around the store. She might have been better served by scoping out a pawn shop, but she could go to a place like that later. She gave a little jump as the thrift shop owner swat the drum full of... something... with a metal rod. "Oh, my..." She frowns softly, approaching the counter at the front and facing the owner.

Quite the creature. A split jaw, and a prehensile head tendril. Not exactly a pleasant appearance, but he fit in well enough with the shop. What drew her attention was the cloak. Glowing [i]runes[/i]? Runes, now... really. "Might you interest me? Well, I suppose there are a couple things that have caught my eye... that necklace there. Your cloak is certainly an interesting garment, though I would understand if you don't want to part with it. I still want to know about it, though. And... er... might I ask what's in the drum...?" She had the feeling that it was something... of ill repute.