Xar'on staggers into the shop, pausing at the door and leaning wearily on the frame before limping further inside. He blinks his eyes heavily, first at the change of light level, then at the oddity of the shop's decor. He scratches at several days growth on his cheek before gingerly making his way towards a counter, resting his elbows onto the surface with a small crash. Fortunately, the weapons shop had not fully opened yet, implying that no merchandise was stolen. The shop was left just as found, no broken glass. The owner of the shop is nowhere to be seen at first.