The man was peculiarly dressed, he wore a jet black cloak and a dirty orange scarf, that clashed horribly. His hair was unusually pure brown, with no hint of gray. His eyes were bright green and he had a wise look to him. Although he should look young, with his hair and bright eyes, the man somehow looked at least older than sixty. Even his wrinkles were scarce, it looked more like he was smiling without his mouth. "What can I help you with girls?" He asked in a soft, but direct way. "Umm, we were just coming to look at snow globes, but it seems we've come to the wrong store." Rivie told him in her confident manner. "Aaah.. snow globes. Well, you could always read about them. I'm sure I could find a book here somewhere. What's so special about them anyway? When you could travel to distant lands and have adventures, by only turning pages?!" His thoughts were scrambled and he got more angry the more he spoke. "That's ok, we'll j...