Eledryll - Mr Zalieni Toy Emporium

As you meander through town, your steps lead you into a muddy side alleyway. Your eyes catch a glimmer through the tarnished glass of a nearby display window: rows and rows of strange puppets, unusual masks and peculiar miniatures. A small shop stands, its narrow façade seemingly crushed between the dilapidated houses on either side. Your curiosity got the best of you once again: you enter. Inside, once used to the musty smell of polish, turpentine and something else you can’t quite put your finger on yet, you gaze upon the bizarre shambles of eclectic memorabilia and toys. Music boxes playing unearthly melodies, leather balls, rocking chimeras made out of wood, lead soldiers painted with anatomically correct wounds, and dolls too realistic for your liking. You do a quick spin to orient yourself towards the door. Too late: your eyes lock with the shopkeeper’s. A rotund man wearing a striking purple and green attire. He greets you in a far too cheerful voice. You can technically still l