Inric is poking through bookshelves when Colle sticks her head through the open door and blinks in surprise to see him. "Oh, hello!" she says. "That was quick. Did you find your book?" "Yes. In a sense." "There were complications?" "Yes." Inric puts the book down on top of a pile on the table. "What's the difficulty?" "It is a simple matter of obtaining another book. But the owner does not wish copies to be made." "So you have to persuade them?" She folds her arms, confused. "That is correct." He doesn't seem at all put out by this.