At the main hall, Borin's group headed straight for the stall that sold swords, blades, and armor. As they approached, a skeleton staff, dressed in a sharp suit and tie with the same wooden mask as the Dungeon Manager, stepped forward. He bowed slightly, politely. "Welcome, valued customers. What can I do for you today?" his smooth, synthesized voice asked.
Borin felt a bit uneasy by the sudden professionalism. He coughed, trying to clear his throat. "Uh… we… would like to check your products." He puffed out his chest, trying to look as professional as the skeleton. Brum and Skall also tried to straighten their postures, adjusting their clothes to appear more formal.
The staff chuckled slightly, a dry, soft sound, as if understanding their unease. "Of course, right this way," he said, his hand gesturing deeper into the stall.
