Charles perked up once more as a man walked into the welcome area of the museum and he smiled, though it was an odd looking smile and did the man's aesthetics no favors. "Good Morning Mr. Fisk," He said shaking the man with his own hands which was like a man's save for the clawed like nails of a particularly amber hue. He may have appeared as a monster but he was quite a cultured monster.

"I understand you have brought something rather exotic, I dare say I can hear it buzzing." Since the potion incident he had pretty good hearing he had discovered, though he was still working on making it selective. He gave a bit of a laugh bits of animistic huffs coming in between through know fault of his own. He dare thought this meeting would go nice, the man was only a tad shorter and it appeared as though he would be less intimidated by him. Ladies were a different story all together.

"It is from Africa yes?" He said as he ushered him towards a room off to the side that was meant for employees only. "I've read quite a bit about Africa, the Zulu and Swahili are fascinating cultures. I would love to travel there someday myself, though, that may prove difficult." His joyfulness faded for a moment but then he took a look at all the amazing items they had in stock and turned his mind back to work. "So, any special preparations before presentation?" He found magical items could have a bit of a mind of their own. Some required darker conditions, or lighter conditions, or certain metals to not be present.