Ring the a Bell

You ring the bell and you hear a scurrying from the back room, “Just a moment,” an old woman’s voice says from behind the door.

You look around the store while you wait and when you turn around you see a young woman in her twenties walk through the door. She’s quite cute in a black v-neck and slacks, her black hair in a ponytail.

“Sorry about that,” She says, “My name is Gwen, how can I help you?”

“Are you the only one working today?” You say, “I could of sworn I heard another woman’s voice.”

“I am sure you must of misheard,” Gwen said, “What magical item are you looking for?”