Feign walks into the store, jumping slightly at the jangle of the bell on the door.  He looks wide-eyed and apprehencive more at the kennel cages than the pets inside.  Black feathers poke out from under his hat, and he wears a pair of lightweight black gloves.<br/><br/>Composing himself, he walks to the counter, looking around from there for the clerk or owner...<br/><br/>"Excuse me..."<br/><br/>He listens to the animals for a moment without an authoritative response.  He scratches a patch of brownish scales on his wrist and looks around nervously before continuing.<br/><br/>"Is a salesperson here?  I need some help with a uh...  Rodent problem..."