As you are admiring the collection of pens that rest in just about every corner, you see a figure in a silvery cloak standing in front of a pen. It's height and body leads you to believe it is female and aged to be around twelve or thirteen. The hood shadows the top half of her face, but you are able to see her lips curve into a smile. So I see that I have caught your attention. I am Isabel. The words burn in your mind, and as you look around you notice no one else seems to have heard them. Even more curious than before, you turn back to Isabel, but she is gone. You frantically look around once more, searching for a trace of her disappearance. About to give up hope, you see a flash of the same silver cloak in a corner.
You follow the cloak, seeing Isabel once more turn and quickly move down an alley. Her speed is amazing, for such a young female. When you come to a dead end, she is gone. Be careful with them, She warns. You sigh in defeat.