It was one of those days Wylde didn't feel particularly bored or antsy to do anything but he would welcome the distraction if it waltzed through the front door of his shop. He was reclined behind the counter in a large overstuffed chair that he had brought into the shop front with him and had a large tome rested across his lap while fingertips flicked at the pages with a sort of lazy air to it. He had read and memorized these spells many times and even made his own variations on a few of them.
In fact this was the first tome he ever had when he first started to get into magic. The book was old, dog eared, and well loved.
Wylde would glance up at the door every now and again but other than that he was content to wait. People will come when they were ready to arrive.
