Unbaked Croakies
How in the name of the goddess’s favorite sports bra am I going to do this Magical Librarian job? I have no idea what I’m doing. And the woman who’s supposed to be training me is…well, let’s just say she’s distracted and leave it at that. I guess I’ll bumble through. It’s become something of a trademark move for me.
Hi. My name is Naida Griffith and I’m a sorceress. I actually found that out not all that long ago. I’ve lived with an undefined something burning in my belly for a while, feeling as if something wasn’t quite right under my skin.
Then stuff started to follow me around. Random stuff. I had no idea where it was coming from. Holy bat burgers! That certainly isn’t alarming. No it is not.
Recently I was approached by a group called the Société of Dire Magic to become a Keeper of the Artifacts. A magical librarian.
Me? A keeper of magical artifacts?
That would be scary enough, but then that suitcase artifact turned up at Croakies, my new artifact library slash bookstore business. I was a little perplexed by the dead body crumpled up inside it. How did the corpse get inside the suitcase?
That was a really good question. And I wished I had an answer to it.
