59th of Ash, 120 AV
There was a faint sound from the streets outside of Ale'Ephirum, the shop which Lyra had recently had finished. Though the door was closed it seemed that it was impossible to completely block out the noise of the people of Kalzasi, something that the old elf planned to remedy before too long. One hand rested on the desk directly across from the shop entrance, a single candle burning in its holder, the wax just starting to drip down its surface. Goldeyes flicked from bookshelf to bookshelf, a feeling of anticipation beginning to feel up inside her chest. Lyra let herself smile slightly as she picked up the candle, beginning to make her way down the hallway among the books and across.
It had been a difficult battle, getting this little shop established. The city magical officials, the Circle of Spells were not to be underestimated.
They were quite a handful, even for children. Lyra mused to herself, letting a long nail trail along with the wood of a shelf as she passed, Though they do not force me to join their collection, they did manage to stick their little fingers into my affairs quite a bit.
After lengthy negotiations, Lyra and the Circle had come to an agreement. They would provide her an official license from their guild to sell items of a magical nature, and in exchange, Lyra would provide a few specialty services for the Circle, at cost for materials. It seemed like a rather fair arrangement, were one to not look too closely. In essence, the clever ones had managed to maneuver Lyrielle tu Kovash Elmari into a long term service agreement.
"Clever." Lyra said as she opened a door at the end of the hallway, stepping into her workshop, "I am certain they shall call upon these 'favors' in due time. For now, though, it benefits me to stay in their favor." the door closed with a soft click, and Lyra set the candle on a small table beside the frame. This room was lit by several lanterns that hung from the ceiling. The workshop was spacious, shelves lined each wall and in the center was a large table with a raised surface for large scrollwork. Most of the shelves, for now, were empty, waiting to be filled with items crafted by Lyra herself soon enough. Set in the back wall was a doorway that lead down to Lyra's laboratories.
After taking a few moments to study the room Lyra made her way toward the back wall, stopping before the door and setting her hands on her hips. She reached up and ran a hand along the frame of the door, feeling the smooth wood grain and the artful way the molding blended into the wall itself. The door itself was rather plain, a simple handle of bronze, and was locked with a key that hung around Lyra's neck.
It wasn't bad, per say, but given what she planned to utilize the space below for... Lyra knew she would need to ward this entrance from those who wished to enter uninvited. Perhaps a special door? She thought for a bit but finally shrugged. For now, she would have to be content with making the entrance as difficult to get through as possible.
