[Sometime in the late evening quite near closing hours, a tall, upright man enters the book shop. He is dressed in a simple East Asian-esque workman's outfit, something not perfectly tailored to his awkward frame and obviously pulled straight off the shelves from the Earth Sector. He has a matching cap, drawn low over his face. He looks like a man who has just come off of a long work shift, slightly dusty from head to toe and smelling vaguely of metal and asphalt.
The lights are dim, and it might be a trick of the light, but a close look at this stranger's face would reveal some strange marks and bruises clustered around his neck and jaw. They are well on their way to fading, but one week is not quite enough to heal up from a dreadful fall, after all.
With a deep grimace, the man approaches the first set of shelves and studies it closely. He searches like a man on a mission, but it seems that he is having some trouble finding what he's looking for in a language he recognizes. An employee's aid might be nice right about now...]
Book Dealer/Vendor
The lights are dim, and it might be a trick of the light, but a close look at this stranger's face would reveal some strange marks and bruises clustered around his neck and jaw. They are well on their way to fading, but one week is not quite enough to heal up from a dreadful fall, after all.
With a deep grimace, the man approaches the first set of shelves and studies it closely. He searches like a man on a mission, but it seems that he is having some trouble finding what he's looking for in a language he recognizes. An employee's aid might be nice right about now...]