You’re a merchant in a small town bordering the Northern Continent. Your shop prioritizes in selling magical items and goods. From domestically made wands, potions, grimoires and the such. Then, right about when you were going to close the shop for the night. You see a person approach you.

She has a straight face with a small smile creeping up on her. She walks up to your shop. She has long and pointed elven ears, and white straight long hair put into two pig-tails. She carries with her a magic staff and she seems to be absolutely careless and aloof about her surroundings.

“Oh? A Magic Shop? Do you happen to carry any Grimoires with you?”