Cerys excused herself and headed towards the area that True had pointed out. "Any scroll but the silver handled ones..." she mumbled to herself, scanning the aisles for any scroll that could help her. Most of them were in languages she had never seen before, and it didn't help that she only knew Elven and common in the first place. As she carefully walked around the store, she felt something bump into her knees. Looking down, it was...a monster? [i]Here? In the shop?[/i] She gasped and backed up quickly, almost knocking over a shelf in the process. The weird green creature had a hideous face, reminiscent of the monsters back home that had plagued her town and caused her to leave in the first place. She shuddered as the night her city was set on fire came flooding back to her. The screams of the village people as they were set upon by bloody beasts. 

Cerys got in a stance indicating she was ready to fight, reaching for her mace. To her surprise, she felt nothing and remembered. [i]"Idiot, you didn't bring a weapon with you because you were just handing out posters."[/i] Of course, it was back at the inn. Not to be discouraged, Cerys formed fists with her hands and awaited the monster's attack. (@hazy) She didn't hear a word between anyone else, too focused on what was in front of her.