Eilira was a patient woman. Sure, there are things that upset her here and there - and yes, perhaps she was a bit 'O.C.D' as the guards would call her - but she never once thought she was...unreasonable; the moon elf simply liked things being tidy, that's all. The fact that she had alphabetized her bookstore three times in the past two days and made all the books in order by color is completely irrelevant! Yet, she couldn't help but perk her eyebrows as the light, airy bell jingled, the sudden gust splaying bits of dust off some of the books by the front door as it had creaked open. A customer? Oh how lovely! "Tidings, hiril vuin! How can I help you today?" the elf perked up, sliding her glasses back up her pert nose as she gave a gentle smile.