OLD XOBLOB SHOP
As you are discussing prices and private showings with the strange proprietor of the Old Xoblob Shop, the front door suddenly swings open. In stomps another Duergar, breathing heavy. Under his dark cloak you can make out weapons and armor. Outside you can see four other figures dressed in dark cloaks as well. He grabs the "open" sign and turns it to closed.
"Store is closed. Out, now," he says to the members of the party, his accent thick with Undercommon. He keeps his eyes on Alastriona. Even though she towers above him, he does not seem the least bit intimidated.
"Zemk!" Xoblob stammers. "Old friend! We were just conducting a lucrative business deal here..."
"It will wait until tomorrow! Store is closed!" the Duergar named Zemk demands loudly.
Xoblob doesn't put up much of a fight. "Erm, yes. Pardon, my dear customers, I must have let the time slip past us. Please, come back again tomorrow."