The old woman's voice startled him as he looked over the variety of curio. He voice was warm and friendly and her eyes were mysterious yet kind. She motioned to the mask on the wall and he looked at it. The ornate feathers looked in extremely good condition for being as old as she had mentioned. Yet, he could not break his gaze from the empty eyes that seemed to be so much alive, as if the mask would soon start a conversation with him.<br/><br/>"That is quite beautiful, " he told the woman. "Antiques are somewhat of a hobby of mine." He stretched out his hand to the woman. "I'm Mihkul. And you must be Gretchen. I love your little establishment. There is so much history inside these walls." His eyes returned to the mask. It almost look like it had changed color and he removed his glasses and wiped them on his shirt. "Might I ask where this came from?"