In the Great Library, Inric is reading, seated by a half-full bookshelf which he had been organising. "Mrrp?" Copper chirrups from across the floor, but there is no response. The bookwyrm comes closer, but to no avail. Frustrated, he climbs around Inric's shoulders and squalls into his ear. "NYAAAA!" Inric jumps. "Copper!" He puts the book down and gets to his feet, leaning on the pillar for support. "Ah, I had not noticed the time." He smiles ruefully. "I found an old favourite."