Rachele follows Greg down an aisle that looks like something you'd find at RadioShack. That is, if RadioShack had weird looking machines with no clear use.
"This is the Aisle of Automata, as Avad so grandly calls it." Greg says, turning around with a flourish to his surroundings. "Feel free to try anything in here, just not on me. This is where most people end up buying from as they look like magical items the most. Unfortunately, only Avad knows the true function of every one of these gadgets."
"Wait wait, you don't know what these items do? How could you possibly sell them then?" Rachele asks, grabbing a inauspicious pen from a shelf.
"I know what some of them do, but only by experience really. Avad sets the prices and customers can either take it or leave it. No refunds either" Greg notes, pointing at a large sign behind the front counter. "I like trying some of these out, just for the fun of it."
Greg turns around to see Rachele click the pen and grab a piece of paper from her purse. He doesn't care until he sees what the pen is. Oh no, this isn't gonna be good.