> Nod.
> "Right."
>"I'll think about it," Aya says, as she makes her way toward the door past the area making the noises.
>Through that door, you see a cramped-looking room whose shelves are filled with wooden boxes and small chests of various sizes, with labels written in small letters on the shelves themselves. Aya makes her way to one of them, a largish box, and opens it. Inside you can see a number of slips of paper arranged in neat rows. "Mmm, let's see, let's see," Aya murmurs as she fingers through them. "Ah, here we go."
>She produces pulls it out and offers it to you.
>_