An Round Nobleman

The bell rings. Someone enters the establishment. A round, tall man, fitted in a tailored black doublet with somewhat gaudy gold accessories. He's from The Golden Square, no doubt. The richest place in all of Andorre, or something along those lines. Feeling his black moustache, the man lets his gaze fall on you.

You feel the weight of it for a few seconds. Then watch as it settles on the objects nearby. It's not often you get customers—much less ones of such pedigree. And this one in particular, seems eager to buy...