The Hermit of steel
The front of the shop was not that well lit, but Sebastian expected nothing else, given what he knew about Dom.
There were some shelves lined with various metal trinkets and tools, with a thin layer of dust sitting on them.
<This guy is not a fan of cleaning duties, uh?>
Despite its slightly run-down appearance, though, there was an air of care regarding the items themselves.
Everything had been placed specifically, everything had been catalogued, and there was a small paper sheet in front of the items explaining what they were, when it was made, what was used to make it, and even the technique employed.
Of course, there was also a price tag attached to it, and most of the items required a ton to be bought.
<Well, at least the guy knows how much he is worth.>