Inric walks through the maze of bookshelves in the far reaches of the library, calling Copper's name until eventually he comes across the little dragon ferret curled up on top of one of the smaller shelves. "Copper. It's time to go. There's another book for you to track down." Walking back into the main library, Copper at his side, recollections of their first meeting come back to him. The sorrow of the empty library had been dispelled by the sudden hope he'd felt after realising that one of the bookwyrms was still around. Hope tempered by caution which had proved entirely pointless in the end. "We haven't managed to avoid the autochthenes at all, have we?" he muses, and Copper cocks his head on one side. "Perhaps that has not been such a bad thing."