The sound of coffin-shaped UFOs decending upon us quickly went away. We went east and entered the Isle of Darkness gift job. When we opened the door a little bell rang to announce our triumphant entry. Classical music was playing gently inside, and the whole place smelled a bit like a mixture of various incense. On the shelves were a bunch of useless trinkets; things like Isle of Darkness snowglobes and door-with-no-handle action figures. There was a shelf labeled "Lord Blackraptor plushies," but they appeared to have sold out. I was a bit dissappointed, as I still had no idea what the mysterious dreadlord actually looked like.
"Can I help you?" the evil-looking Canadian lady at the check-out counter asked.
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