Wheok didn't bother to use the key to open the door, he simply kicked the glass out and reached in to turn the knob.
He screamed loudly and ran into the storeroom area. He was throwing things in all directions. Then he raised a jug of kerosene over his head with a triumphant gleam in his eyes.
The demented shopkeeper pranced around the store and splashed kerosene in all directions. He laughed and whistled as he doused everything quite thoroughly. He kicked over a few mannequins and decapitated others with a gleaming cutlass.
The tinkle of the bell over the door caught his attention and he spun around in preparation of beheading a live victim. He stopped when he saw it was Nyufrost.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to look dignified.
"It's okay, Wheok." Nyu spoke softly. "I understand, I really do."
"I doubt it." he stated flatly.
"Yes, I do." she reassured him. "It's Gigafrost, isn't it?"
Wheok gave her an astonished "how did you know that?" look. Perhaps he didn't know, or perhaps he knew and forgot, that Nyufrost possessed some mind-reading skills. He stammered out an agreement, of sorts.
"I saw the way he barely acknowledged you at the party," Nyu said. "But, he didn't even say hello to me."
"In fact," she continued, "he has been ignoring me for some time now. He seems to be so preoccupied. I've been so worried about him."
The tears that spilt down her cheeks looked silver in the moonlight and Wheok felt sorry for the girl. He rushed forward and dabbed them away with a frilly looking handkerchief he pulled from his pocket.
"There there," he said soothingly and gave her a reassuring hug. "We both have been snubbed, nay?
Nyufrost nodded but was unable to reply, as she was afraid she would choke on her words and break down, but she felt recently that she was not "good enough" for Giga's company. He avoided her, ignored her, shunned her. She didn't know what the problem was and thought about moving out.
Wheok seemed to sense this and hugged her a little tighter. Then, he sprang forward and grabbed a book of matches from behind the counter. There was a wild look in his eyes as he held them up and screamed "BEHOLD!!!"
Nyufrost realized for the first time what the strange smell had been when she first walked in and looked alarmed.
"Wheok!" she spoke more sternly. "You can't be serious! Think of the consequences! This store means a lot to you!"
"MEANT a lot to me!" he wagged a finger in her face. "But no more! It makes me feel like a failure that I have no customers!"
He pouted and stamped a foot. Then he laughed gleefully and struck a match.
Nyufrost dived forward to stop him but he jumped aside and she struck her head on the counter and fell unconscious on the floor.
Wheok forgot about the kerosene and threw the burning match over his shoulder when he bent over to see about Nyu. A fire broke out and quickly snaked around the haphazard path in which Wheok had sprinkled it on the floor. He ran in circles, screaming and flapping at the flames with his coat.
Fortunately, most of the fire was at the other end of the store but the exits were blocked and there seemed little hope. In fact, their only hope would be if any of the party-goers at the Inn happened to stumble out and see the blaze.
An ornamental post burned at the base and fell over. It dented the counter, which prevented it from falling on Nyufrost and crushing her. Wheok keeled over in fright and landed beside Nyu. The fire crackled around them but they were in a safe spot .... for now.
~OOC~ Wheok's Boutique is now temporarily closed. No looting!