I was really ready to post, but after talking to my mother for two minutes I'm too pissed off to even think. Tell me if it shows.
"Fuck!" Gaz shouted, as Amaranth disappeared into the ground. He gently laid the old man's head on the ground, then took off rather jarringly towards the the point where the killer had disappeared. He looked, and to his glee found a small hole. Amaranth had forgotten to seal the tunnel behind him. Before he could leap in, however, he noticed that something was in his hand. He opened it to find a piece of paper.
Take me inside. It said. He went back to the old man's body, and was immediately assured that he was dead. He carefully picked the old man in his arms, and carried him inside the shop as he said. He used his foot to push open the door, and shimmied in to get a better look than before. It was better-lit than he had thought, and it was full to the brim with various objects. They were antiques, some of them unrecognizably foreign. He saw an old-looking throne in a corner of the room. He set the old man down on it, but had to adjust to make sure he didn't slump over. After it was finished, he decided to look around to see if anything could help.
His eye was immediately drawn to a small snowglobe on a shelf. Gaz looked at it closely, and realized that something was in it. Another piece of paper. He took the snowglobe and unscrewed the top. He was surprised to find that no liquid spilled out. He fished out the paper, and opened it.
No battle can be won alone. Seek the true treasure of the shop, then seek your friends.
"How the hell're you doin' this, old man..." Gaz whispered to himself. He began to search high and low, in search of what this true treasure could be.
