An exotic bull elk approaches you, he's strong and mature. He firmly stands in front of you, eyes narrowed, "Welcome to my store, my name is Fran." His voice bellows before you. "Are you here to look at my collection and buy? Or are you here to talk?" He questions you, seemingly unafraid of the fact you're a meat-eating predator that could kill him in moments. His right ear flicks as he takes a seat on the grass below. Will you talk with him for a while? Or will you buy some of his items?