Nem

The regal house sat at the harbor of Ranchanza. It was a busy town with the sound of eager merchants, curious travelers, and wandering sightseers could be heard from anywhere. This specific house sat on the north western harbor of the Capital of Hrethkanja N.P.D. The more "Better off" part of the capital. The more exotic and sophisticated of foods, books, and technology was put here. this is where the "Chronoscopic Library" was. The Small Gria sat at a table alone studying books in Draconym dialect. None of it made much sense, but she was determined to decipher at least a paragraph.
the library was a grand place: the ceiling was a colossal dome made of glass, book shelves went up two stories or more, skylight flooded every inch. Just then a hand lay on her shoulder...
Rosalind shrieked and fell back off her chair and hit her backside onto the floor, only to look up at her Mother's astonished face. "Rosalind you mustn't frighten so easly. there are much more frightening things in this world than your mother." she joked.
"I understand Ama, I was just focusing pretty hard. Is thee something you needed?" Roslind responded.
"Indeed their is, I think I will stay at the library a few hours more, could you please go and pick up three heads of lettuce for me dear?"
Roslind's heart shrank, she hated going out on the bust streets alone. "Must I? I thought that was Marcinne's job."
"Marcinne cleans up and cooks for us daily, the least we could do is assist her. Now off."
"Yes Ama..."