Anvar arrives at the Great Library nexus with his bad mood simmering within, rising to a boil as he marches through the Great Library corridors. His feet take him to the records room, and he heads in with some idea of clearing up the mess he'd left it in, only to stop short to see his uncle sitting at one of the tables, sifting through papers with a preoccupied look on his face. "What are you doing?" "Writing up your findings for the Wyrte," Invarioneth says. The words catch in Anvar's chaotic emotions, providing a way out for his anger. "And that's supposed to help, is it?" he demands.