The sun was beginning to peek over the roof tops and into the dingy store front. Oscar Krylov, the owner of "The General Store" was preparing his inventory for sale. He had already refilled the various candy jars, one copper for two pieces, and had started arranging tools, pots and pans, candles, cloths, assorted bags, and clothing.
"Well, seems this is as good as it can look"
Oscar walks to the door and takes a deep breath, slides the bar into the wall and props the door open.
"And now I wait..."
"Urghhh."
Wandering through the streets of Reajh, Morgan felt conspicuously out of place. The unfamiliar people, plus the occasional stares, made him want to find a dark hole underground and hide in it. It was only now that he had lost it that he felt how essential his coat was to his sanity.
If I have to deal with this for much longer I'll go insane! Looking around, he saw a small storefront nearby, and a black cloak in the windowsill. Moving past a few early risers, he entered the shop.