*After about five minutes a man walks into the store, letting out a soft [i]brr[/i] when the chilled air touches his body. He has a hood that covers all of his face, and not an inch of his body is revealed under his clothing. He looks at one of the walls of the store, where they bayonets hang, it's fairly obvious it's for that wicked looking crossbow on his back. After a moment he looks to you* What're you here for?