"There are no warships left in Ardrigor," Inric says, adjusting his hat and carefully not answering her question. "It will take years to rebuild the fleet. Is that sufficient time for you?" "It might be!" Magistra Colle gives him a broad, hopeful grin, then turns to her bookshelves. "Just a moment." Inric watches, not really surprised, as she fishes through her books and piles the chosen ones in her arms, an ungainly, unsteady bundle. "Ready!" she announces, still grinning ear to ear.