"Well, strange hours for a shop to keep open?" *a low voice sounded from the darkness in the magic shop.

*-Who said that?!- they thought, spinning around, seeing nothing as he checked their surroundings as they had already turned off most of the lights except for the Open/Closed sign in the window.

"Behind you." the low voice responded, sounding amused.

They sighed, ready to attack with one of their spells, quickly realizing it was Julian Devorak.

"...the hell are you doing here late?"