Sovann's Neighbourhood Emporium

Approaching a smart looking shop, you spy a reasonably sized sign emblazoned with the name Sovann’s Neighborhood Emporium upon it. 

Walking inside, you look around and spy shelves stocked with all manner of items. Crystals, scrolls, and so much more line the many shelves and displays. 

You notice that there’s nothing particularly eye-catching about the way the wares are displayed, there’s no advertising to laud the products, merely very practical labels that only serve to declare the name of the item and its price.

A throat clears to your right, startled, you look over and spot a largely cream colored genekit with light dappling of brown and tan scattered across their pelt. They’re wearing round tinted glasses, through which they gaze intently at you with slightly squinted eyes - as if they’re assessing your character just by the way you breathe. 

“Welcome to Sovann’s Neighborhood Emporium, where unlike someone,” the word is steeped in an undeniable venom for a history with this unnamed individual, “the price is the price on the tin. Don’t even think about trying to charm your way into a lower price or I’ll toss you out.”

Guess I’d better be on my best behavior, you think as you gingerly grab a basket to carry what you grab in the store.