Adammair walks slowly around his shop, wondering what it is about it that brings in all the wackos.  The name, perhaps?  Adammair's Panty Raiders, he'd decided on.  This was to be his first endeavor into this line of business.  He had some good customers, friendly ones, but the weirdos always got his ire up.  He sighed as he began to clean up, wondering what the new day would bring.  He sipped at his tea as he worked, the tall man dressed in dark brown leather from head to his boots.  His hair was long and wavy, hanging down just below his shoulders.  He brushed it back with a hand, as he continued to straighten everything up.