When Inric next ventures into the records room, he finds Anvar with his head down on the table, an all-too-familiar pose. "An - Yllianvarar?" "I'm awake!" Anvar jerks upright, eyes wide. "How is your research going?" "I couldn't find anything." Anvar frowns, picking up his papers. "I mean, I've found all the orders sending fyels here. A lot of orders." He looks up at Inric, scowling. "I thought the Great Library was neutral. Why were so many fyels sent here?" "To make sure it stayed neutral."