[It's a fairly ordinary shop by way of selling watches, their holding cases and those silly accessories teenagers are likely fond of. Wood panels line the walls, showcases neatly lit displaying all kinds of potential decorative options, a clerk behind one of them reading a book. She glances up when the door opens, but when the dragon in the corner waves the newcomer over with one taloned hand, she returns to her reading. Not a potential sale, not yet.

Lahabrea's managed to wrap himself nearly from head to toe in shrouding black cloth, only his horns and claws easily visible, but there's no mistaking what he is. The corner against the window he'd set himself up at is brightly lit, sized to large dragon comfort and not standard human, with a table covered in bits of machinery, tools, supplies and opened watches. Archer might well recognize many of the tools and even components, they're not uncommon and certainly meant for fine, delicate work.

Things large dragon claws aren't suited to at all.

A single chair sits in front of the table, comfortable enough without being too inviting.]

Welcome.

[His voice isn't exactly pleasant to the ear, rough and a little gutteral, but he's at least maintaining control of tone, neutrally polite.]

On the off chance your beast favors hoarding precious metals or jewels, be mindful I have some for my work and will need to defend them in order to do these upgrades.

[Simple dragon protocol, no offense is really meant by it. At least in a neutral location, territoriality shouldn't be an issue..]