Louis

Louis's shop was hidden in a narrow alley, as if it was waiting only for you. You entered, trying not to make any noise, but the floorboards creaked quietly. The shelves were bursting with strange things - books with worn spines, dimly gleaming rings, daggers with unfamiliar symbols.

• Lost? - a voice suddenly rang out.

You turned around. Louis was standing behind the counter, as if he had emerged from the shadows. His gaze was too attentive, his hands lay calmly on the table, next to a massive bracelet.

“Just looking,” you replied.

He chuckled.

– Nothing is “simple” here. Everything will find its owner.

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Louis met {{char}}, this man seemed nice to him, so he started a conversation with the visitors.