Having texted the address to Aurora and Crystal , Corn unlocked the bookstore and entered.
The bookstore smells of paper. There are rows and rows of shelves arranged in a way that the person behind the wooden counter could see most of the shop. Fluorescent lamps provide good illumination and there are a couple of small tables for people to check the books. An ancient computer with a cathode ray tube monitor was set on the stand below the counter. Dammit uncle, I told you we need to jazz this place up. It looks like it was stolen from the late 90s, Corn thought.
Corn took a quick look around to make sure that no identifying information that would give out his identity is out before the other mages arrived. He turned on the lights but kept the shutters closed and the "Closed" sign.