"I have come in order to fulfil my promise!" Nazarchtharin declares grandly as Inric enters the transfer room. The dragon - still using the same form as in Rhydaber - holds out a book which Inric recognises immediately. "No obligation remains," he says after a cursory glance through. The book has been well looked-after. Nazarchtharin looks about with a lively interest. "Who are all these people? None of them are Eldarin." "They work here." "What, even the children?" "They are trainees." On the balcony, watching with interest but unable to understand draconic, Jakin turns to Mina. "You think they're talking about us?" "Don't be stupid!" she snaps, and Inric hides a smile.