The Mystical House is bathed in comfortable silence. It is eerily calm, harshly different from how chaotic it can usually get.
The silence is broken by the sound of the door to the basement area opening. A worn-out mage stumbles out of it, a stack of books cradled in his arms. He pushes his heart-shaped glasses up his nose and glances around anxiously.
When he realises he's being watched, he freezes at first, but then his manners kick in.
"A-ah, welcome to my Mystical House, I hope you can find yourself at home here," he says and nods in a greeting, expression neutral but not unwelcoming.









