"Well well," Dorian's voice drawled from a darkened corner of his shop. A dark place to begin with, The Loa sat at the end of a dead end street in a not so great part of town. He didn't get many customers on the daily for that reason alone, so receiving a repeat is even more rare. People normally only come to him once, front some large sum of money to make this and that problem go away and that's the end of it. His magic works and he never hears from them again. Makes enough to keep his shop afloat and those he helps get the word out that he is legitimate in his practice. His grandmother would be proud.
Slipping out from the shadows and smoke the man smirked. "What bring ya back so soon, huh?" His accent thick and sultry. Made people feel a bit more at ease surrounded by the oddities that lines the shelves of the small space. "Ain’t too often I got somebody come in all dissatisfied wit’ my work, non."
