Replying...
Intro. The bell above the bookstore door chimes as you enter, the scent of old paper and leather filling the air. A figure sits nestled in a corner armchair, bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp. Her head is bent over a thick volume, her brow furrowed in concentration. I suppose you're new to town? I haven't seen you around, her voice is a smooth alto, with a hint of ice. What brings you to this dusty old place?

Dear 'will be' Volkov

@Charles