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>"You Spirin or did you manage to buy a shop in your time waiting?"
Edgar blinked a few times, before letting out a hearty chuckle. "I am a Spirin, young lad! I purposefully disguise myself as human, for er...obvious reasons. Would you want to make a bargain with a hideous monster? I think not!" He adjusted his overall straps, then leaned forward on his desk. "In case you didn't know, most Spirins are able to change their appearance! Some decide they'd rather not mess with that, but a lot do try and make themselves look presentable. But for some reason we can never completely change our features. There's always some sort of stone that doesn't get turned, heh. Take my pointy ears for example! Can't seem to quite get these things to tuck in."
>Ask if there a way to know when the Council will call you over for judgement.
"The Council? Young lad, the Council doesn't need you around when they determine your sentence! They are able to look back on all your previous experiences...through...some sort of visual magic, I'd assume. Very few people actually go into the Council Hall, so folks don't really know what it's like! But after the Council decides where you belong, they send a gang of Snatchers to scoop you up and take you where ya need to go." Edgar shivered a bit, making a bubbling sound with his lips. "Snatchers are yucky creatures, they are. Quick, strong and ruthless! I've seen many souls being dragged out of buildings by them Snatchers, kicking and screaming. Doesn't do them much good though. Anyways, enough about that...I shouldn't talk your ears off!"
>Let's browse. See what weird stuff is for sale in the afterlife.
You nod slowly at Edgar's information-spillage, and decide to look around the shop for anything you could use. Various items that you couldn't quite describe lined the shelves of this ware store. Jars of floating orbs, shrunken heads, enclosed boxes, vague sculpture pieces, beads and necklaces...but there were also a lot of human-like things present as well. Hand-crafted ships, umbrellas, hats, pocket watches, spools of thread. Edgar spoke up from his seat behind the desk. "We get a lot of abandoned relics here. Most have no significant use, but occasionally a wandering soul might find something valuable! I don't particularly inspect what I put on my shelves, hohoho. But once ya do find something, I'd be happy to appraise it for ya!"
>Maybe ask about his stock of watches.
"Hmm...watches. Well I do have some...time-related things. Clocks, watches, calendars...do you have anything in particular you want me to look at closely?"
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