A warm smile crossed the shop keeper's lips. "Antiquities, curiosities, nick-knacks, patty-whacks, and somewhere may be a dog expecting a bone," he recited. "Perhaps... a warehouse of things trying to find their way home. Any or all of the above will suffice."
He shut the case he'd been rearranging, and turned towards another, unlocking the display and starting to shift the pieces inside almost imperceptibly.