He'd spent the best part of a month seeking out an employee of the store, to no avail, and so he felt he had no choice but to write a missive to whomever was in charge of the damn place.
Putting quill to parchment he started
"To whomever reads this,
I would like to purchase items from within the store, however, due to apparent lack of response from knocking upon the door, I can only assume that either I have been blacklisted from purchasing from within the place, there is a lack of staff.. or as seems apparent at times, that the staff you have are a completely ignorant bunch of dicks, who don't know how to deal with customers who were willing to compensate a tender for their time in opening and serving to my whims.
Could you please inform me, whether or not you can arrange delivery of such items as I am after, for payment upon delivery to me, or let me know of the name of someone who I can kidnap and force to open the store to avail myself of what lays within it.
I am after nothing outrageous, or custom made.. just a set of mithril vambraces and a set of mithril greaves.
Yours in anger
Twerlinger"
He signed it, and then moved towards the store, large metal spike taken and with a hammer he happily rammed the spike through the note and deep into the door, more than happy to pay for the damage.. well.. if he was asked to anyway.