Max enters the shop looking for something of interest. He had spotted this place while he was heading home and decided to check it out. A man around his mid thirties sat behind the counter reading a book. He looks up briefly at Max before going back to his book.
"Go ahead and browse around." He says in a deep timber voice that sends shivers down Max's spine. "The name's Quinn so call for me if you need help." Max nods before making his way down the aisles.
Various trinkets and baubles sat around in varying sizes and shapes. There are even some small chests and boxes in the mix. He makes his way to the next one and spots a bookshelf filled to the brim with books and tomes of different sizes. One book in particular catches his attention to where he sees a book sitting in the middle of the shelf. Picking it up, Max notices the title written in gold lettering 'Dear Diary' and opens it to a blank page. Curious, he looks though and concluded that every page is blank.
"How much is this?" Max asks as he brings back the book to Quinn. The guy puts down his book and put on some glasses before observing what Max has chose.
"Ah, Dear Diary. What a nice choice you have here." Quinn remarks as he obsessed it. "No curses of the like and no blood contract needed as well." He mutters quickly before handing it back. "You be careful with it now." He gives Max a stern glare that seems like Quinn could see through his.
"Y-Yes sir." Max stammers before paying them heading home with book in tow.