Zante's Nest

This is an odd place.
A small store consisting in one single large room stacked to the ceiling with rows and columns of a collection of the oddest tools, items, pieces of equipment.
It looks more like a hoarder's lair and, to an extent, that's what it is.
Dark and musty, the interior of the shop is the tiniest labyrinth, where everything seems to be arranged in a random manner that conspires somehow to obstruct passage and line of sight from one corner to the other of this relatively small room.
There seems not to be a counter anywhere in the shop.
It would be hard to say what the focus of this shop is supposed to be, but often, the locals find themselves looking through the stacked shelves when the other shops don't carry what they're looking for.

More often than not, when they leave the store, they've bought something different, or even sold a piece of their own.
Stuffy books, a few odd pieces from lands far away and other similar items are hidden in the piles of simple knick-knacks and basic items.

It is pretty much guaranteed that anything that is for sale in his shop has had at least one or two prior owners.

Zante himself is quite a character, yet it would be hard to immagine an individual more fitting than him to this place.
Old and squirrely, he has a high pitched voice and doesn't seem to be eager to sell anything.

It is hard to tell when or how he came by most of the items in his shop, which include the occasional piece of jewelry or rarity.
His odd range of wares aside, the man seems to be a fountain of lore when it comes to the hostory and old customs of the coast.
He also has a fair degree of competence when it comes to identifying the odd found object.