As the grey cloaked man waited for the average shopkeeper to reply, he felt a small voice in the back of his head say "Hello Solomon, we are here"; the grey cloaked man frowned at this new development; for the most part his "librarians" were simply content with ignoring his day to day activities, but perhaps they have taken notice of his current predicament, and perhaps they could find it in their... hearts to help him with his current predicament, and maybe pigs could fly..... well, it is a multiverse after all, and it's not like things could get any worse could they?
"Of course they can Solomon; we wouldn't be here otherwise", the grey cloaked man sighed, and he stood there in front of the average shopkeeper, and he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the one who had been speaking to him, and it was all wrong; it looked like a cube made out of books? that was also trying to be a sphere? while several smaller multicolored books danced around the issues while several pillars rose up and down to the rhythm generated by the flow of the, after a while the grey cloaked man gave up and simply imagined it as an elderly British man wearing a tweed jacket.
"Oh hello there Charles, how was the golfing trip?", the tweed jacket seemed to frown for a moment "Our name isn't Charles, Solomon, and we do not Golf", the grey cloaked man continued frowning; it was a very effective way of maintaining his concentration; "Yeah sure, whatever; I'm assuming that you have a message for me?", the vaguely tweed gentleman's mustache quivered "Follow the Shrinkwrapped dame", the grey cloaked man looked confused for a moment "Wait, what does that even meaaaaaaaaan" the tweed gentleman wearing a british jacket started to crack, as a bright white light started to consume it "This message has been brought to you by the voice of re-".
and then he was back inside the store; the average shopkeeper was still staring at him, and he still hadn't received a proper answer to his question, but the grey cloaked man had a feeling that somewhere inside of that meeting hall, there would be someone odd enough to wear shrinkwrap, it is a multiverse after all... and so the grey cloaked man left the shop with a brand new sack in tow; which the shopkeeper had been so kind to donate to his cause.