>You enter a dimly lit room, overcrowded with ornate furniture and precariously stacked books.

>You hear a faint rustling sound nearby.

>A vaguely disheveled girl appears from behind a worn, velvet armchair.

>She is carrying a stack of paper and her hands are smudged with ink. She looks surprised.

>Girl: “Oh ! Hǝllo! I didn’t see you come in.”

>Girl: “My name is Chaeliegh. Welcome to my homely grotto.”

>Chaeliegh: “I’m surprised you found the place, it’s fairly far off the beaten path.”

>Chaeliegh: “Still, it’s nice to have a visitor. I’ll put the kettle on.”

>She disappears into another room.

>A short while later she returns with a steaming hot mug of sipping chocolate.

>She hands you the mug.

>Chaeliegh: “Feel free to have a look around.” 

>Chaeliegh: “If you have need of anything, there’s a shop just outside.”

>Peruse the wares.

>There are several books strewn about that catch your eye.