Nimue looked up as the bells tinkled on the door. She set her book down. At this hour, she expected to see one of the regulars, because there were a few people in this city who seemed to have nothing better to do with their time than wander into her shop. Some of them were rather alarming, but at least they brought her business.
This girl was not one of the regulars. There was a small spark of recognition when Nimue looked at her face, but she couldn't place it. It didn't matter, anyway.