Newton was nearly at his wit's end.
It wasn't so much that Kirk kept sending him out for more and more weird, vaguely mystical items, or even the not-terribly-helpful guidelines she'd given for finding them, though he'd have to have a word with her about that as well. No, it was that she'd sent him into Nabias, a place he had no knowledge of whatsoever, without a map and with even less specific instructions than usual--she hadn't even told him what shop to go to!--and while she'd said she would send a guide to help him out, none had shown up, and he'd waited an hour after the appointed time. So he'd struck out on his own, hoping to find something decent, but so far there had been nothing. Nothing except an unapologetic and not very skilled charlatan, anyway.
He spotted the sign across the street while in the midst of fiddling irritably with his earring. "The King Dragon...?" It was an odd name, but the stuff in the window looked suitably mystical, and he couldn't afford to be picky. He needed to be back in three hours and it would most likely take him a good chunk of that just to get out of this cursed town.
He pushed open the door and peered into the shop. "Hello?"