((This one is over 100 words. Not the first time, probably not the last))
The bell over the shop door jingled as the Lionguard stepped inside and did a quick glance around the store, the clicks and ticks of mechanical clockworks a constant symphony from the toys, clocks, and devices that lined the shelves. The curtain to the workroom was pushed aside and the owner was deftly working away.
Some approaching steps and the tap of metal from a gauntlet on the hilt of the guard’s sword before an address to the shopkeeper. “We got a report filed about a missing cash register from a baffled bookseller. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?”
“Nope.” the norn tinker still didn't look up from her project.
“Well, the cash contents had been removed and bagged on the counter. Left with a note saying the register was taking a holiday and would return rejuvenated.” The Lionguard eyed the disassembled register that the norn was diligently repairing and, no doubt, making her own brand of improvements to. “Registers have legs now, huh?”
That did get a smirk and the norn looked up finally from her work. “Now there's a wild thought.” The craftsman reached into her toolbelt and tossed something to the guard. A glint of gold in the light before the coin was caught and pocketed.
Some footfalls before the bell jingled again. "That wasn't a suggestion," the parting words before the Lionguard stepped outside.
A loud raspberry came from the very adult mechanist as the door shut.
