It was just starting to turn to dusk when Roseleen finally pulled her nose out of the book she was so engrossed in. With a deep sigh she closed the curtains of her little books shop. Finding no harm in it she figured she would stay open until she finally went to bed. Well technically this wasn't her book shop, it belonged to the old man that took her in when she was brought here from her own burnt down village. Everyone had perished in the fire, but thanks to her mother's quick thinking Roseleen made it. Something hit the window and when Roseleen went over to see what it was the sound continued. It was raining pretty hard making her hope no one was out there. She went around to the oil lamps to brighten them up for better reading light. Then she went ahead to get something to eat. All there was was cold soup the old man had called her to hours ago but she never came due to her books. Now she was ready to eat and scooped herself a bowl. Eating slowly enjoying every bite she could have swore she heard something outside. She finished eating her splendid soup then went ahead back into the main room. For a moment she opened the door to face the rain only to find that no one was out there. Hurriedly she closed the door then pondered what the noise she heard could have been. Once she decided it was probably Grandfather she sat back down in her comfy chair and again cracked open her book.