The party halts for a while to give people a chance to catch their breath. You take the 
opportunity to stretch muscles strained by fighting. As you raise your arms to work on 
your shoulders your sleeves brush past your face; the noise of the fabric moving blocks 
out all other sound and for a moment they block your sight.

Your lower your arm down having steadied yourself against the wall, it had been blocking 
your view of the shelf where you'd placed the item. The stepladder is wobbly, but that doesn't 
faze you; as you take a box off of the shelf you make a mental note to fix it as you have done 
so many times before. Moving carefully you climb down and make your way through the curtain to 
the front of the shop. The young gentleman is still waiting there eagerly, trying not to fidget. 
Leaf is sitting in her usual spot behind the counter keeping an eye on things. You can see from 
her expression that there will be choice words about your latest customer as soon as he has left.

You step behind the counter yourself, lay the box upon it and open it with a flourish, the 
gentleman almost bouncing with excitement. The sword is a magnificent piece of work in itself; 
the ice blade upon it even moreso, at least in your own opinion. The young man pays up without 
even trying it out. He doesn't need to; after all, your name has become something of a by-word 
for quality magical items. It was making your deal with Fiddelo to enchant and sell the superior 
weapons he produced that really made Conventia Inc. take off. He's long retired now of course, 
but you can still raise the prices of anything with his name on it.

As the young man leaves another customer enters; it's rare you get much of a break these days. 
This one asks for a necklace you know is in the back room; as you pass through the curtain, the 
cloth becomes strangely tangled obscuring your view and the sound as you force your way through 
is unusually loud in your ears. Finally through, you find yourself back with the patrol.