Spectre had been working to keep his shelves straight and looked over his inventory.  Some fantasy cloaks here, demolitions armour there...  He hadn't created any of it, but it sold just the same.  Marked down quite a bit, considering he didn't need any materials to gather these things.  Some had nice enchantments, others were low-level equipments without any kind of augmentation.  He donned a long white trenchcoat with gold trimmings and a high collar.  At his side was the handle to his sabre which glowed a menacing black when active.  His boots were black and were actually from the Fantasy realm; they were enchanted with a short-range teleport which recharged each day.  He couldn't use it through walls, but it was great for evasion, distraction, and escape.  The Cloak was a Mechanic item, with a technological armor buff built into the thread.  It repelled attacks and absorbed damage that way, rather than being the hard armors from the Fantasy Realm.

Some of the displays showed off the more expensive goods he'd acquired, like a stand holding a katana-like weapon and a mannequin bust adorned with some finely enchanted jewelry.  The building was in a more Mechanic-centric district, so it was automated for sales and prices were set specifically.  It could run without a teller, but the equipment inside was more expensive.  Spectre placed the small trinket he was examining back on the shelf as the door opened.  He waited for them to identify themselves before coming out.  He'd had somebody come in once and notice an item he'd stolen from them.  It only happened once, but it was a real unnerving affair.

"Hi," He said, stepping into view, "Fracture...  Neat name.  Good get," He observed, pocketing his hands and rolling his shoulders slightly, "Nice to meet you."

He pulled out his menus and looked at the forums' list of rules.  "On the plus side, level doesn't matter...  Not that it's a huge factor anyway, it's not like anybody's even hit the cap yet, but still...  It can really exclude some of the mid-levels like us.  I looked into your profile a bit earlier, just doing my own research.  Don't see a lot of Warlock-Clerics around.  Considering most people who go Warlock like to really specialize their damage - you've got a lot of juggling to do in a large-class raid, considering you watch everything that needs to be hit, but then keep an eye on the health of the others' too.  Impressive multi-tasking..."  He put a hand on his chin, "Found it kinda strange too...  Interesting the way the pairing system works.  They put Mythics with Mechanics, which is a cool hook for the quest, but beyond that from everybody I've talked to, the pairs complement well.  I'm heavy damage per second and being a Rogue gives me a high crit-bonus for sneak attacks.  I draw heavy aggro after the fight starts too, but Sabre Soldiers don't absorb damage, we just dodge... a [i]lot.[/i]  But you're a healer and a damage-dealer...  Kind of a good complement.  I know a guy who was a Gunslinging Ghost Healer who got paired up with a Gladiator Flyer.  Both of them were about mid-forties too, so they could have their third classes in the next few weeks.  Just interesting to me to see how those things work..."

With a small laugh, "Sorry, kind of get lost rambling sometimes.  Anyway, my place is upstairs, if you wanna check it out.  Nothing too big, but I put a lot of my credits into the details, since it doesn't see a lot of guests anyway," He observed.  "Unless you'd rather hang out somewhere else?"