@strippeddeckjoker jingles in:
Something is coming down the corridor, slowly and carefully. Like it's trying not to be heard and halting every few steps when the bells go off to grip them tightly into silence.
By the looks of it, it's an imp and a confused one at that. Motley dressed and clearly bewildered at his surroundings.
He hadn't noticed that he had company just yet, tail curling around one of his legs to keep it from thrashing into any of the nice decor.
Seam hummed to themselves as they puttered around in their laboratorium. They hadn’t had a customer or a visitor in a while, so they had decided to tidy up their workplace a little.
The laboratorium had been long overdue some cleaning, too! Their books and scrolls had migrated from their proper place to all over the counters, littered between Seam’s magical equipment and ingredients.
Seam had just gathered all the books and scrolls to his arms when they heard a faint jingling sound from the door. “Hello?” they called out. “I’ll be right with you, just give me a moment.”
Stuffing the books and scrolls haphazardly into the near-empty bookshelf (and making a mental note to rearrange that later), Seam freed their hands and skittered to the door, where they had heard the jingling from. “Hello! How can I help you?”