Noah stepped into the library, heading straight for the reception desk.
The receptionist looked up as he approached. Her eyes flickered to the gold trim on his uniform, then to his golden nameplate sitting on his chest, before rising back up to his face.
"How may I help you?" She smiled.
Noah smiled pleasantly, slipping his hand into his pocket. His hand closed around the familiar coolness that he'd come to expect in there.
He pulled out the diamond spell token, setting it on the counter.
The woman's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of her skull. "Err…," she stammered, "please wait a moment."
She stood, eyeing the token like it was something dangerous. Her eyes flickered around the library, checking for who had spotted the exchange. "You can keep the token."
Noah nodded in response, swiping the token off the counter and pocketing it.
Without another word, the receptionist left through the back door.
