He brushes dust off the counter, humming softly. The shop has been closed for far too long and he has new wares to peddle. The sign is turned from Closed to Open.

"I wonder what news the wind will bring today?"

He takes a bite out of an apple, sitting underneath the wide brim of an umbrella. He's enjoying last bits of sunlight for the day.

"Oh my. Quite a bit of new faces. Hrm . . . Perhaps I should expand my stock."

The vampire sighs, enjoying one of the few nights in which he does not have clients.

"Everyone seems lively today."

He whistles softly, pouring himself another glass of wine. The sun is bright today.

"Hrm. Well, at least this little change up will allow me to keep living in the same place. Pity about my hair though . . . I rather liked it."

A soft sigh, the man (he is a man, yes) twirling his cane lazily around. No new business has come in these laar few days. Then again, the occult usually takes a day off after October.

He thumbs through various times, sighing softly. More appraisals. No customers coming into his shop. Then again, it is almost Christmas. The occult tends to die off after Halloween.

"Mrm. Lets see . . . . this is a grimoire . . . . Book of Solomon? Maybe it's a fake. They usually are."

"Don't trap Santa. That's a bad idea. Very bad."

". . . . . . . . . The shop is not having a Christmas sale. These are items of immense magical power that have and may yet bring ruin to nations and man. Pay full price or get out."

"Hrm. I should really reorganize the shop. I think that spear is getting a bit too cozy with Judas' Noose . . . ."

"Hrm . . . the moon is full and not a cloud in the sky. Perhaps tonight will be a good night for a walk and a drink."

He smoothes out his hair, picks up his cane and adjusts his glasses. Time for a night on the town. Perhaps a bar was still open? Oh, of course the bars were still open.

"Ugh. I forgot how bad drunkard tastes." Sounds of said drunkard hitting the pavement with an unsettling crunch. He's alive. At least, one can hope he is.

"I went out for a walk and now I'm accosted by such . . . vulgar words and screeching. I'm certainly hoping there's a reason for all the noise."

He adjusts his gloves, humming softly as he looks around his shop. Another day (?) of waiting for another to enter his shop and browse the wares.