You pass by a shop with foggy windows, and a sign that reads "Gradpa's Mask Emporium" in large, red, cursive letters. The door is propped open by a chair occupied by a young man with dark hair, carving a mask. He is of a lighter build, with pale white skin. He smiles politely, and nods to you as you pass.
"Interested in some of my wares?" He says, motioning to the ecclectic masks inside the shop.
"Interested in some of my wares?" He says, motioning to the ecclectic masks inside the shop.
