She had to admit, despite it’s rickety condition and rinky-dinky merchandise, coming to this ‘Mystery Shack’ was indeed an excellent idea. It was almost quaint; these trinkets and baubles passed off for “mysterious creatures and artifacts”. It was laughable compared to the things she had seen. The blonde gently knelt towards what was clearly a fish carcass sewn to the corpse of a deceased monkey, passed off for some taxedermied merperson. The stitching was uneven and there was a distinct lack of horrifying bio-luminescent orbs and gills the size of a child’s hand, a clear fake. And yet, it was charming. Integra found herself laughing softly, stifled by the palm of her hand.