"Will you teach us Eldarin, please?" Jakin asks. The strangers look blank. "That doesn't sound like Eldarin," Colle says. "Are they magic?" Ylva asks. "I don't think so." "Do they work in the library?" "They're children!" Ylva's eyes grow round as the full moon. "Magister Inric's children?!" Mina, hovering nervously behind Jakin, has no idea what was said, but the older stranger is laughing so hard she looks like she's about to fall off her stool.