"G-uhh... Thanks... Mr. Sign..?" Spencer gawked, a bit confused by this fascinating technology. Taking Mr. Sign's advice, he began browsing along the extensive isles. "Even the isles are wide..." he mutters to himself. "They must get a lot of taurs and such around here." Hearing voices near the front desk, he heads back in that direction to see a<span style="font-style: italic">pony and a griffon</span>of all things.