Report him to the police

Even though the urge for vigilante justice rages inside your brain you know that doing the right thing involves the authorities and a trial. And a ruined name and public shaming of course. You turn on your heel and silently as you came you sneak back to the curtain, up the tunnel and to the bookcase up above. But as you feel the oaken backplate you hear voices in the shop, the wolf-lady and, presumably a customer is standing right outside and are discussing something about the mareira pieces. “They’re dated before the alchemy age meaning that they must be from the lost age. We haven’t found any pieces that are quite like it, meaning it was most likely eve back then, one of a kind.” “These idols are pieces of history, their value far exceeds their usefulness.” The lady sighs “Look if you’re absolutely adamant about using these for games then let me introduce you to a great stone carver on Fletcher street, I’m sure she can design and make replacement pieces for the ones that were lost, for a good price of course.” “Very well. I’ll send you the details.” “Likewise.” Heavy footsteps die away in the distance and you get a small start as the sound of the lady picking the pieces from the cabinet feels entirely too close for comfort. You wonder if she knows about what goes about behind it, then you feel like an idiot for even considering the idea she doesn’t. One doesn’t exactly build an entire hideout in your shop without you noticing. She walks away, you can picture it in your head as she makes her way back up her desk, picks up the phone and dials the number. You can hear her speaking but her voice is too muddled and far away to make out. Which means it’s probably safe to leave now. You push the door gingerly and then slip through the crack the moment it is big enough. You’re standing in the shop now. The wolf lady’s indeed sitting by her desk, scribbling things on a piece of paper. “Right so we’ll need five extra pieces-” It’s about the order, but it doesn’t interest you, what does is getting out. You considered playing it cool, but then rejected the idea as the wolf lady was in this part of the shop before and since she didn’t see you then it’s bound to be suspicious. You hightail it outta there. People respond with surprise and anger as you push them out of the way your chest is pounding as you try to get away, blood coursing through your veins as in your mind the phantoms pursue you but… aside from some shouting it doesn’t seem like there will be many other consequences. You’re not being followed as far as you can see and after putting a sufficient distance between you and the dreaded shop you start to relax again.