You and your girlfriend Brooke enter the store. Both of you are taken aback by the size of the place. Aisles of shelves sprawl before you, full of strange but beautiful trinkets, tools, and decorations. A staircase on the far left side of the store indicates there are even more departments above.
"This is impressive!" you say. "I didn't expect much from the outside."
"That's because outside, this building isn't nearly as big," Brooke says. She's right, of course. The place is nestled between two larger, newer-looking buildings just off Main St.
"Maybe they bought the other properties and expanded into them," you guess. That doesn't seem likely, but you force yourself to accept the idea and continue into the store.
You and Brooke spend several minutes marveling at the wondrous wares. They look expensive, far too expensive for either of you, but you can't find price tags displayed anywhere to confirm this.
Brooke continues browsing, but you fall behind, taking a closer look at some shiny gold armor. It looks genuine, as if it had been worn in the Crusades and then sealed in a time capsule for preservation until just now.
You look up to say something to Brooke, but she's gone out of sight. You think about looking for her, or leaving her on her own while you look for something to buy.