transvoodoo
It wasn’t without some discomfort that foot fell past the threshold of the shop not far from the Circling Crow. It was The Dusk and Dawn -- somewhere she had heard of from a patron. They had not been talking to her -- but to a friend of details that were all but foreign to Riven were it not for a base desire that clung to the words the two patrons had shared. They had not been kind, but those words were not Riven’s concern.
“Hello?”
The word was murmured carefully as a wrapped hand pressed through the doorway, and she squinted into darkness that was only so intense thanks to the light that warmed her back. It was a nice day, but Riven preferred to spend it indoors. The shop wasn’t empty, and she approached the desk with careful glances to those that filled the room -- taking habitual inventory of threat.
“I’m looking for Uzoma.”
