"You can't just walk in here," the official says pompously. Mathea grits her teeth in irritation, then relaxes her expression before she turns round. "The distinguished sage here has travelled a long way to see your books," she announces, gesturing at Inric who is eyeing her warily. The official gapes at the tall dark foreigner, then gives way. "Oh! Ah, my apologies, Magister! Um, which books...?" "The recent arrivals," says Mathea, now enjoying herself. Her plan is working better than she had expected. "Of course! This way, if you please." The official bustles away and Inric follows, leaving Mathea to her own devices.