Eddard Linderman
He raises a finger
"Ha! I can do better... follow me upstairs...". He locks the front door of the shop and leads you past a rattling curtain made of bones, feathers and other trinkets. A narrow staircase leads to a crammed room. He ushers you in theatrically.
"...the Sanctum Sanctorum..."
There are oddities of all descriptions in glass display cases. Scary masks and old prints are everywhere. The place smells of sandalwood, incense (and weed).
He points at a wooden table.
"Take a seat. I have a fine beverage that you gotta try."
He goes to fetch some green cans for them, and a nasty looking gin bottle for himself.
"Guarana' soda. From a Brazilian plant... allegedly, vision-inducing..." His presentation is quite esoteric, but the drinks look and taste innocent enough.
He sits down, staring intensely at you
"I am all ears, my friends."
