Cam sighed while stalking the streets. The holidays were fast approaching. Some stores had winter holiday decorations, despite the fact autumn had only just begun. He wasn't particularly into celebrating the holidays, but even to him it felt like autumn was being robbed of recognition.

Hearing the holiday jingles over the outdoor speakers made Cam scowl and huff until he heard a peculiarly eerie tone coming from a shop without winter decorations. In fact, it didn't seem to have much in the way of decor at all. He might have never even known it was there if he hadn't heard the discordant piano through the speakers above.

As he looked at the storefront, Cam was stopped mid-step as his eyes fell upon a costumed mannequin. The humanoid-shaped display was adorned in leather armor that made Cam think of vikings or fantasy rangers. A leather tunic that looked reinforced with metallic filigree, cotton pants with leather straps around the hips that looked like they might hold weapon holsters of some kind, and fur-lined gauntlets and boots that seemed to complete the outfit. What drew Cam the most, however, was the fur hood that was pulled over the head of the mannequin that made ti look like a wolf was wearing the armor. Something about it pulled at Cam.

He hadn't even realized he'd stepped closer to the window until his hand was pressed against the cold glass and his nose was inches from the transparent surface. His blood sang as his eyes scanned the outfit, the faint sound of howling startling Cam from his stupor. It had been part of the song playing through the speakers. Hazel eyes blinked back into focus, noticing someone within the store watching him. A woman inside the shop, likely the seller, beckoned Cam in, a sly smile on her face. He was unsure what compelled him, but Cam found himself heading into the strange shop, the sound of bats screeching as he pushed open the door.

Inside the shop smelled of rosemary, cinnamon and the faint scent of ash. It was both a curious and slightly noxious mixture that made Cam's head feel a little fuzzy. Like he was traversing a dream but wasn't quite yet aware that it was one. He stepped around to where he could see the windowed outfit from the back and let out a wistful sigh. His hands were already searching his empty pockets in hopes of finding the money for such a costume, but finding his pockets barren as his soul felt without it. A deep yearning made him open his mouth and ask into the air, "Can I pay for it with another method? I don't have the money, but I feel like I can't leave without it." He slowly turned, tearing his gaze away from the displayed costume so his hazel eyes fell on the shopkeep behind the counter. Even when he wasn't looking at the costume, there was a distracted glint in his eyes, as if he wanted to turn back around and look at the outfit again.