His rival shopkeeper

A blonde woman confidently entered the shop. She was beautiful, and Gregg knew it, despite her being more than ten years his senior. Her hair was long, with plenty of volume. She had an impressive chest and a distracting rear.

"Victoria Grelvade." Gregg stated as his smile turned fake. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked sarcastically.

The woman gave a smirk as she walked up to the counter. "Just thought I'd check on you. I assumed you were still closed from how quiet your store is." She snickered, leaning on his counter.

Gregg took a glance down, the dress she was wearing showed off her cleavage, especially when she leaned like that. "I just opened. Okay. Everyone knows that adventurers sleep in. And get breakfast... they'll be here..." He mumbled. "Don't you have your own shop to run?"

The woman knew how to get under his skin, smiling wickedly. "Yes. But unlike you, I have staff that can watch my shop when I leave."