Any idea when this shop will be making an appearance?

I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand? My father was slaughtered by a six-fingered cat. He was a great swordmaker, my father. And when the six-fingered cat appeared and requested a special sword, my father took the job. He slaved a year before he was done. The six-fingered cat returned and demanded it, but at one-tenth his promised price. My father refused. Without a word, the six-fingered cat slashed him through the heart. I loved my father, so, naturally, challenged his murderer to a duel ... I failed ... the six-fingered cat did leave me alive with the six-fingered sword, but he gave me these. (He touches a scar on each cheek) I was eleven years old. When I was strong enough, I dedicated my life to the study of fencing. So the next time we meet, I will not fail. I will go up to the six-fingered cat and say, "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

~Whirlin