Evelin let out a relieved sigh, glad her savior would be alright. She would have felt terrible had anything awful befallen him because of her. When the lights turned on, a blinding and harsh change on the woman’s eyes, she screwed her eyes shut only to blink several times to adjust. At least he had warned her of the sudden change, for that she was grateful. Now that the lights were on Evelin could finally get a clear visual on the room she was sitting in. The items around her almost made her gasp. Everything looked like it belonged in a museum, not a little shop, yet everything she saw entranced her wandering eyes. Her body pulled itself off the floor, shakily standing. It seemed that fall, the one she took when she entered, was harder than she thought and her knees ached from the impact. “I’m alive, that’s what matters. A few scrapes and bruises but that’s really it.” She replies, slowly walking over to look at a particular set of dusty tomes. The woman scans the titles, catching a few familiar phrases in what could be Latin, her eyes glistening with interest. Evelin allowed herself to turn, taking the movement slower than usual due to the throbbing in her knees. She continued looking through piles of books, not daring to touch them though. They were definitely old, she didn’t want to damage them. Then a sudden thought hit her like a brick. She had never given Samuel her name. Suddenly she felt like an idiot, a very rude one at that. “I believe I never introduced myself… My name is Evelin Richards. Thank you for saving me, again.” She chimes, having turned to the man looking sheepishly down at her feet. A blush dusted her cheeks, leaving them pink from embarrassment. Then, finally, she glanced upward and realized he had been inspecting his ‘ruined’ coat. Sea-foam eyes took in the damage and when she noticed just how long the scratches were she paled. With wounds like that how could he be ‘fine’? Trying to push that aside though she tried to think of ways to fix it, her grandmother had insisted she pick up sewing so maybe it would be redeemable. “If you want I could try to fix it, the stains would be a little difficult but if I work fast I could probably still get them out. It’s the least I could do.” She chimes, taking a slow step toward Samuel.

His orange eyes flicked over to the young woman as she responded, looking over her small frame. Satisfied that she was telling the truth, he returned to examining the article of clothing in his hands, only vaguely paying attention to her as she wandered around the room a bit. It was the reaction most anyone had when then entered his small store, though she was one of the rare few that got to see the back rooms. Here, aside from all the extra storage, were various objects of great value, monetary and otherwise. Of course, in this particular space there was nothing dangerous, so he did not bother to stop her curiosity. When she spoke again, he lowered the coat and brought his full attention to her. He gave a small smile as she introduced herself, and bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement. However, he took notice to her reaction as she saw the condition of his clothing, subconsciously shifting the coat to hide the garish damage from her view as best he could while she continued to speak. "I would say it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Richards, however the circumstances have been anything but." He said with another small, though warm smile as he extended his right hand to shake hers. With the cuff of his sleeve out of the way, bold black tattoos could be seen encircling his wrist. A solid band wrapped around the backside, meeting with a simplistic eye that rested over the underside. Strange runic symbols made of various lines and crescent shapes lined the band, above and below. Slightly covering the markings, a deep blue woven bracelet rested on his dark skin. Three ultramarine Turkish Evil Eye beads were braided into it, the center one being larger than the other two. Finishing off the simple ornament were fine silver chain tassels, which dangled off the hanging ends of the knot that held the bracelet on. It seemed that now they were out of harms way, his demeanor changed rapidly. Far from being cold or unfeeling, he was now rather genial and relaxed- charming, even, as he regarded her and the situation. "There is no need to thank me, though I would appreciate your help in attempting to rescue my jacket... It is my favourite." He said, glancing down to the mostly white garment. He then turned slightly, careful to keep his back out of her line of sight as he gestured toward the other door in the room, which lead further into the building. It was propped open by a stone carving of Chinese origin, allowing the light from the storage vault to illuminate the hall beyond. "Please, after you. The stairs to the living quarters are on the left." The narrow flight of stairs was dimly lit by a line of lights hidden under the rail, offering just enough light to see. At the top was a simple multi-coloured tapestry drawn to one side with a bit of hemp cording; the fixture obviously serving as a door. Once they entered, Samuel leaned down to click on a lamp that sat on a small table wedged between the doorframe and the half-wall the separated the living room and kitchen. The stained glass hood of the light reflected blues and greens on the walls while a soft glow lit up the immediate area. Past the threshold, in the subtle lighting, lay a paradoxically simple apartment. It held few furnishings- a low table, ottoman cushions, a few cabinets and bookshelves dotted the living room; however the rich quality of each piece elevated the room. The table was inlaid with mosaic tiles, the cushions were made of beautifully dyed and embroidered fabrics, and the wood of the shelves was stained and carved. Under it all was a large Persian rug depicting the hunt of strange, yet elegant creatures of lore. To the right of the doorway, past a half-wall topped with wood railing, lay an equally simple and beautiful kitchen devoid of any real modern convenience; no microwave, coffee maker or even a toaster lined the counter tops. Instead, ceramic jars, tins and other various containers were tucked up against the walls. On the stove, a kettle and strange, engraved decanter of some sort with a long handle lay ready. Everything was pristine, from the wooden counters to the Moroccan tile walls. Overall, it hardly looked like a western city home; one could almost think they had walked into a sandstone house in the middle east. As she took in the sights, Samuel took what looked to be a short-sleeved, knee-length robe off the coat stand near the door and pulled it on. The light-weight, dark brown material was hemmed much like his shirt, with broad bands of green and gold embroidery giving a flourish to the otherwise simple garment. "Please, make yourself comfortable, I am sure you would like to rest after that adventure." He said, gesturing to the plush cushions that served as chairs. "I am sure you also have many questions. I would be happy to answer them." He walked into the living area and turned on another finely crafted lamp, which illuminated the rest of the room, glinting off the artifacts tucked away on the cabinets and shelves. "Would you care for some water?"