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The little bell on the door of Ven’s bookshop rang out, interrupting the relative peace. She was the only one working in the shop until later in the day, but she had few problems with that; the day had only had a single customer so far, a regular who had simply come in for the latest book in a series they were following. She’d just been sitting at the counter for her morning, sipping at her latte and flipping through old sci-fi novels.

The new customer was dressed somewhat oddly, but she was hardly one to judge, considering how her... associates could dress when incognito. Still, a bandanna was odd to see in this particular area. Or really anywhere, outside of cowboy films and her old home back in the southern United States. Maybe they were covering some kind of scar or blemish. The prickle down her spine said otherwise, but she’d ignore it, at least for now.

She laid down her book and put on an easy smile, waving lightly to the customer. She still looked tired, but at least it was the amiable kind instead of the bitter kind. It was really the best she could do, after spending all night going through various records. “Welcome to the Book Den. Is there anything you’re looking for?”