[ Ciri wastes no time asking, already half-stepping forward like she's prepared to push past this woman right into her shop. ]

I'm looking for my leosylph. Got blow away in the storm. My hound tracked him to your shop.

Please, won't you let me come in and look around? I'll only be a minute.

If he's here, I'm sure you don't want him around your inkpots and quills either.