There was an awful lot to be browsing. Gold had a large amount of things in his shop, varying from knick-knacks to much larger, more expensive things. And there was nothing bad about any of it: even if he rarely sold things, his items were good and properly antiques.
He had been looking over his ledgers and paperwork at his front counter, but now had his eyes on the young man wandering around in his shop. "Evening, dearie," he greeted.