>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.”
>There are several books strewn about that catch your eye.
>Open the book titled 'A Collection of Artistic Works.'
>Open the book titled ‘Illustrated Short Stories for Troubled Ghouls.’
>Open the book titled ‘Day Planner.’
>Open the book titled ‘The Life of a Potential Swamp Hag.’
>Open the book titled ‘Address Book.’
>You also notice an old and worn tome near where the girl was rummaging.