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. This is one of the shadier thrift stores I've ever been in, certainly... 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 runes? 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.