Winding his way through the streets and alleys of the Dome, the small, wiry man looks a little frazzled. Stuttering steps and hesitating glances occasionally gave way to very determined strides as he found this shop, or that, containing something he needed. Soon, a small pile of bags, and other equipment to be delivered would be making their way to his new home and shop.<br/><br/>He made his way back to the store that would soon be his new business. Upon opening the door, the dust that had settled over the months the shop had lay vacant assaulted him. Spider webs criss-crossed the room looking like some forlorn tapestry in the gloom.<em>I'll need to get me a cleaning person in here,</em>he silently curses. While not a physically astounding man, he has his way of convincing others to come help him out. Chuckling to himself, he thinks,<em>I've been wanting to try out that new recipe.</em><em>You remember what happened last time,</em>a second thought whispers to him. Giving into neither thought at the moment, he slides across the room and deposits the bags he had personally brought back to the shop into the backroom in a locked cabinet. Finding an old, long forgotten broom in the closet, he takes it out and heads upstairs.<em>The downstairs needs some real work, but I can at least get the cobwebs out of my bedroom.</em>Working at a frenetic speed, he makes short work of straightening up the bedroom and adjoining bath. At least enough of a job to make it manageable for the time being.<br/><br/>A knock on the downstairs door startles him briefly before he realizes,<em>it's only a deliver. Some of the items I've ordered.</em>Soon, Joachem would be back in business.