Heading back to the door, the three find the shop open for business. The crowded shop leaves little room for walking through. Only a path to the counter remains uncluttered. A bald man with a thin mustache sits behind the counter. He notices the prospective customers, offering them a greeting.<br/><strong>"Salutations, welcome to the Crow's Feet. What can I do for you?"</strong>, He speaks, his tone very professional though a bit nasally.  One of his full brows rises as he spies the half-dead halfling with them, carried as if he were a sack of flour.<br/><strong>"I'm afraid we can't accept halflings as payment. I certainly wouldn't want that one, he looks past his prime."</strong>, he continues, taken back by the odd display.