"I mentioned I'm a shopkeep, yes?" Mar'a'gan said. "Well unlike others in my profession, I need potential customers to sign off on some terms and conditions before I can show off my wares." As he spoke, the imp took the scroll between a thumb and foreclaw and wiggled the infernal parchment at Aura in an offering manner. "And before you ask, no, none of these terms or conditions involve selling your soul." Mar'a'gan added. "If you offer, I will accept. But even I have to admit that promising eternal servitude to the Nine Hells upon your death just so that you can browse my goods is a poor trade in every meaning of the phrase."