[You push open the small wooden door of the shop and, see, the countertops are laced with fencing of fine iron to protect the goods. Through a small arched window, you spot a man lounging on a rocking chair behind the counter, sporting imported western glasses.]
[The 'Fire Worshiping Merchant' scrambles to his feet as soon as he sees you, a valued customer walk in.]
[Upon receiving the inventory list from them, you find that the commodities on it are just as you had seen previously...]
[...]
[You shake your head, handing the inventory list back to the 'Fire Worshiping Merchant'. You say that you're on your way to visit an old companion with a taste for fine liquor and need to purchase a bottle of a rare vintage.]
[The 'Fire Worshiping Merchant' looks uncomfortable, explaining that they indeed have a bottle of exquisite drink in their warehouse, but it was a pawn from a patron still within the redemption period, and they couldn't sell it to you.]