Inside the door was a very room, little more than a closet. The floor and walls were bare, and the only light came from a candelabra tat sat on a glass case that stretched from wall to wall on the other side of the room. Behind the case was a door which clearly lead to the rest of the general store, as well as a bald, rather pudgy, little man with thick glasses who was reading a book. Upon noticing that someone had entered, he dropped the book and stood up. "Ah, a customer. What can I do... for... you?" Upon realizing that he didn't recognize the one who had entered the little man's face sank a bit. "Oh, wait. You're one of those travelers that just came into town. Well, that's just great. Here I was hoping you wouldn't notice my shop." With grumble, he reached into the display case and pulled out a rolled up piece of paper, and three glass vials containing a bubbling pink liquid. "Here," he said, pushing them toward Derek. "A potent battle scroll, and something to keep you warm at night. The mayor said we had to part with whatever we could spare, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Now get out of here, go on SHOO!"