Glancing up from the ledgers as the bell over the door jingled, Bazzer watched the young woman as she entered for a moment, "Good afternoon," he called, just to let her know of his presence and not getting up. He had work to finish and if she needed his help she would ask. The store wasn't unduly large, but it was packed with bookshelves from floor to ceiling and carried volumes on a wide array of topics.
In only a few short minutes however the shadows on the walls made his work difficult. Pushing the chair back, the legs scraping across the wooden floor, Bazzer went to fetch a light for the lamps. When he stood the oddness of his body was obvious, slightly puffy and lumpy around his shoulders and waist, even with a shirt, waistcoat and jacket it couldn't quite be hidden. His movements, though fluid, also seemed slightly stiff, as if he were somehow being prevented from his full range of motion and was also used to it.