Sift tapped his claws against the hardwood countertop. Today had been very slow, even by his standards. He was thinking of closing the shop to get a headstart on treasure hunting for the day, see if he could find anything new to add to the mess that was his shop.
He brushed past baubles hanging from the ceiling, and tidied a few shelves that rotated in the middle of the store. The edges of the store were littered with things that didn’t quite fit on the shelves, like tables...
