CRASH! The sudden chaos broke the silence. The sound of something heavy smashing against the ground, the shattering of glass and a woman's pained cry. Outside, the sight of the chaos matched the sounds. The dust settled around a violet-haired witch, who lay sprawled out on the ground, eyes spinning around, suffering from a few cuts and bruises. Was she involved in a fight? She stirred and mumbled softly to herself as she rose into a sitting position.

Oww... Oh goodness, my head... Did I lose control again? Urgh... I was so focused on reading...

A wide variety of magic trinkets were scattered on the ground around the witch, the most interesting of them being a colorful tome, with a small note written on the front cover: "Earmarked for Delphinia A". The one presumably named Delphinia rubbed a sore spot on her head as she sat among the wreckage of her flying broom, looking dazed and confused. It would be easy enough to simply loot her items and run off. But she looked like she really needed some help.