Amy and Lina enter the shop. It has the smell of rotting pine, probably from the wooden timbers that make up the structure. The air is dusty and the place is dimply lit by oil lamps.
"Strange place," Amy observed.
"Why did you want to come here?" Lina asked. The eighteen-year-olds had been walking home from school when Amy suggested they check out the store.
"I heard you can get cool stuff here," Amy said, then paused to add a mysterious tone to her voice. "Magic stuff."
Lina simply rolled her eyes. "Okay, well have fun. I'll be as far away from that strange guy as possible." Lina gestured to the man at the counter, an old bearded figure with a brown robe and balding head of brilliant white hair. He had his arm on a large yellowed book at the store counter and was quietly snoring.
Amy paid him no mind and set off to find something interesting while Lina ducked down a far aisle out of sight.