Tristram had been busy setting up the shop for almost a week now. Sorting where everything would go, making sure orders were filled out and things were put in the right places. After all of his hard work, Quantum Arcana was open for business. From the outside it looked old fashioned but simple with large windows, their frames made from dark stained oak. The door, also made from a dark stained wood, was decorated with a stained glass window. At its centre was the mathematical symbol "phi". Inside, the shop looked like this. Tristram always liked his places of business to feel warm and welcoming. He wanted them to feel like another home, a place where he could work and feel comfortable.
He was sat at a long dark table behind a cash register, a glass of wine in one hand and a book in the other. Without looking up from his book, he replied, "Given that I am the only person currently present..." he paused, deciding not to finish that thought. "I am Tristram Wells..." He was well spoken. English. His tones dripped with a certain amount of tedium. As if the day had been perhaps dragging on a bit longer than he would have liked.
He placed his glass of wine down on the counter along with his book, and climbed down from his seat to walk around and greet his visitor. Tristram was a short man. He was painfully aware of his Dwarfism. People had been making a point of reminding him about it his entire life. He just hoped that the newcomer wouldn't make a big deal out of it.