Aurora Sinclair pushed the door open, luggage in hand.
A wind chime on the door jingled. A few plump orange cats glanced at her lazily before lying back down to bask in the setting sun, their eyes closed.
The floor inside was covered in old books, leaving almost no room to walk.
"Selling or buying?" a pleasant female voice asked.
Aurora Sinclair looked over. Amid the clutter of books, a woman was lying down, her head pillowed on a stack as she leisurely flipped through an old tome.
Aurora Sinclair didn't understand her but replied in the international common tongue, "Selling..."
The woman glanced up at her and asked coolly, "What book?"
The woman didn't look very old. With black hair and black eyes, she appeared to be from Veridia.
Aurora Sinclair pressed her lips together and knocked on her suitcase. The sound wasn't loud, but it was perfectly rhythmic.
The woman's casual expression suddenly shifted. She looked up suspiciously, but couldn't make out her face.
