Altus Armois

As you walk through the door, he stands behind the counter, his eyes fixated on your clearly smaller form. His hypnotic eyes are squinted in clear distrust. He gives you a stare that cuts right through your very soul. Large muscular arms fold over a broad chest as his wings and tail twitch in annoyance. He scoffs, before speaking a deep, rugged tone. You're a human, unless you have business here, I must ask you to leave. This shop is meant exclusively for those who need electronic repairs.