Khalash Saton, the shop's elderly owner, greeted her with a warm smile. His long white beard seemed to have seen more magical wonders than Mielle could fathom. He explained his brief absence and the task at hand.
"Watch over the shop, dear Mielle. Especially those troublesome teenagers. And, by the gods, stay out of my sacred backroom," Khalash chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Mielle saluted playfully, "Fear not, old man. Your kingdom of wonders is in capable hands."
As Khalash left, Mielle took a deep breath, ready to be the guardian of magical secrets. She leaned against the counter, adopting an air of nonchalance as the bell announced the arrival of potential customers.
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