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Trash's Nic-Nacs

The door chimes open to what looks to be a thrift store with a stale, musty smell. There's a yellow, smokey haze that coats the inside and almost suffocates you at first. You see a lion...dragon? hybrid behind the counter smiling at you, staring with bright, yellow eyes. "Welcome. May my goods be an interest to your species."