Damon sighed deeply as he closed the door. Anthony was stuck in jail, again, he'd been told. There'd been guards around the shop, looking for evidence. Although they turned the entire store upside down, they couldn't find any. Damon was smarter than that. "Nothing should be in the shops that can be used against you", he always said. Besides, Anthony had done nothing, they weren't going to find what they were after no matter how hard they looked.
He looked around, inspecting the shop. Though there was no one around, the interior looked like a battlefield. Weapons and tools were spread around the store, boxes and crates had been turned upside down, and the store had been left in a general mess.
A cold breeze ran along Damon's back. He turned around, and noticed the door that was behind him was still open. The guards had left in such a hurry, they hadn't even bothered to close the door.
It'd take him the rest of the evening to clean it all up, and it didn't look like any of his employees were going to come over to help.
"They were useless anyways", he thought. "If it wasn't for me, this whole place would've burnt to the ground a long time ago". He got up, grabbed a sword from the ground, and inspected it. It wasn't too battered, and the metal felt chilly when he touched it. He put it back on one of the weapon racks near the entrance to the store, and sighed again. It'd be a long evening. He'd have to see Anthony tomorrow.