Inric pulls himself together and turns as the dragon says deliberately, "I am pleased to hear that. It was a sorrow to my kin to hear of your people's troubles." He sounds sincere, as far as Inric can tell. "You say you have come about a book?" "First I would request the favour of a name to use." The formalities have to be observed. The dragon blinks slowly. "You may address me as Nazarchtharin. Do you also have a suitable name I may use?" "I am known by 'Inric'". The dragon - Nazarchtharin - pulls his head back in what looks like surprise. "Is that supposed to be a joke?" "It seemed appropriate when I chose it," Inric says, hiding his chagrin at the dragon's unexpected understanding. "I congratulate you on your knowledge of archaic Eldarin."