Zacharias peered his head around the side of an antique armoire complete with a beautiful set of handles and knobs. He snorted. "Mum wants only the best. Sometimes I think it defeats the purpose, but what do I know? I'm just a rowdy brat to her sometimes. Business savvy, bah."
He smiled, though briefly, at the sight of his two friends. "I'll be here intermittently, so if you need me, shout. Well, don't shout. Mum'll kill me. But call for me."
The Smith consignment shop was a two story building that almost looked like a model home, only everything in it was for sale. Bookshelves were filled with books of all genres and ages, armoires and chests of drawers held clothes and accessories, appliances and cookware in the kitchen were fully functional and the study held all kinds of alchemical, arithmetic and geographical tools for everyday use. That was barely the tip of the iceberg for what else the consignment shop held within.
"Anything you want, you just pull the tag. Anyone else who wants it will just have to deal. I'll be upstairs."
With that Zach headed into the living area and up the steps to the first floor. He had some organizing to do before he was officially let off the clock.