"Warlock boy!! Drop my mistresses books!!" The young girl barked her eyes brimming with anger. She had advised the mistress not to take in strays, they were good for nothings and broke things but she didn't listen.
Now this grimy warlock was here touching their stuff.
"Calm down little pebble, it's a library that's what happens in a library. People touch books" the lady atop the floating chair reached down and ruffled the hair of the young girl.
This little girl liked to complain about strays forgetting that she herself was once a stray and was granted asylum by her.
"I apologize if I've overstepped my bounds miss…I was just curious" Leon bowed a feeling of dread in his heart. That lady infront of him was brimming with unbridled strength, he didn't know what to make of this situation.
Was he in danger? What was this place and why was he here? It couldn't be hell though, he had died once…though that was a more unique case.
