THE GUILDED LILY
The demon takes a puff of a nearby hookah pipe with the mouth of one head and somehow blows it out the mouth of his other head.
"No doubt. I look forward to seeing you soon." He nods to the guards that escorted you to their boss and now escort you back to the entrance.
Outside, just a few buildings down the street, you see an agitated shopkeeper talking to a pair of guards, gesturing to a neatly cut whole in his shop's wall in a crude circle with the diameter of a human hand.
THE QUIZZICAL QUILL
The bookshop is indeed open and almost entirely empty at this time of day. The shop is meticulously organized and cleaned. Anyone visiting for the first time is surprised, and perhaps a bit disappointed, not to walk into a dusty shop with piles of books on floor, tables, and chairs, no waterfall of scrolls spilling from scroll shelves. It was clean, orderly, and somewhat pleasant smelling. A woman behind a large desk is, maybe blasphemously, not reading at all, but instead knitting something with blue and white yarn. She looks up as you enter. "May I help you? Oh, Miss Evensong, welcome back."