The tiefling girl looks as though she's made of springs: she cannot stand still for a moment. She nods her hea

The tiefling girl looks as though she's made of springs: she cannot stand still for a moment. She nods her head, snaps her fingers, and taps her feet to an inner, whirling song. Seeing you, she quickly waves her hand and breaks into a wide smile – and immediately starts jabbering: "Y'grace! Welcome! Whad ya want? Scrolls? I have 'em! Ya won't regret it!"