The man with the pipe was making some notes in a ledger on his desk. It was an old ledger, leather-bound, and he was using a old fountain pen and a blotter, carefully going over inventory. He looked up as the handsome young man entered, though his eyes squinted ever so slightly. Still, he smiled warmly.
"Well, hello," he said, extracting the pipe from his lips and capping the pen. He left the pages open to let the ink dry, but otherwise turned his attention to his newest visitor. "You have the right sort of eye, I see. Does anything strike your fancy?"