You peruse the aisles and their corresponding shelves, making sure everything is in place.

As you are resetting some staffs, which had clearly been used as swords by a couple amateur knights at some point, you hear a knock on the window.

There is a man at the door. He excitedly smiles and waves when you make eye contact. He appears to have nothing on him other than some dirty rags that barely qualify as clothing and a worn light green duffle bag.

You take a look at the clock, and it is already well past closing time...