Welcome, my friend. I'm sure I have just the thing for you.
The tangy musk of spices assaults your senses. Beyond the doorway you are greeted by the sight of several miss-mashed sets of carpeting and a bead curtain at the end of a brief hallway.
"Come in, my friend, come in. Welcome to Bashar's Curios." A swarthy hand brushes the beads aside, revealing a heavy set bearded man with bright eyes.