Roslyn

Stopping in the middle of her organizing, Roslyn felt a disturbance.
Something was wrong.

No. Surly Roslyn was just being paranoid.

Looking to the back of the book shop Roslyn stares at the backroom.

'Everything is fine Roslyn, it's just any other day.' She thought to herself, continuing her task of stocking her bookshelves for her customers. She tries to relax.

Not much longer she heard the chime of a bell. Specifically the front door chime.

'Thats odd, most of the regulars stop by before the start of the weekend. It's only Tuesday.'

Roslyn turned to greet the customer putting up her indifferent façade. She had to keep up the appearance of being unfriendly and short. She did not need others to get close, no she had too much to lose.

Through the front door came two new dragons, by appearance they were obviously traveler's. A spiral and a {TBD}.

'Rats. I don't need this today.' She moved to stand behind her counter, putting herself between them and the back door. Sizing up the dragons Roslyn could tell she would not be able to fight off the pair if need be.

"What is it, what do you want?" Roslyn prompted. Needing to keep this conversation short and to the point.
Hopefully they would take the hint and hurry along.

"What a friendly greeting!" The spiral jested.

"We're looking for information on someone. They are said-" the other dragon begins. However they are quickly interrupted by Roslyn.

"Pubs are better for gathering information on others. Perhaps you will have batter luck there. Good day sirs." Roslyn knew exactly where this was going and she needed to put a stop to it.

"Oh come on now! How can we get any better information than from the smartest dragon on the continent?" The first dragon prodded.

Pausing, Roslyn can't help but curse her intelligence. Why did other feel the need to boast about her, and to strangers no less.

"Very well, let's hear it." She glares at the pair.

"The Witch of Aiqor. We want any and all information on her." The second stated.

"Unfortunately my collection does not posses information on myths. It seems the pub is exactly where you'll find the information you seek."

"We've been already. In fact we've been to every ale house around this old village. Unfortunately for us the information we gathered we already know." The first smiled.

Roslyn could feel it. These dragons knew more than they were letting on. This was bad. No one has ever come close to finding out what was in the back room. Yet, these dragons seem too already know.

Before Roslyn could redirect the conversation there was a muted *Poof* that came from behind the door. The unmistakable sound of a potion being made.

The silence was deafening.

Artist: Verdes