Somewhat lost in the library's labyrinthine corridors, Ffion is relieved to run into Magistra Colle. "Oh, um..." she marshals her inadequate Eldarin. "Anar Nazarchtharin? You know where?" "Try the green stairs," the other woman says, smiling and - helpfully - pointing. "Thank you," Ffion says, heading in the direction Magistra Colle had said. She walks through two doorways and round a corner before coming to a set of green stairs with a distinctly unnerving shadow visible on the floor at the bottom. The stairs curve around out of her sight, and she can't see whatever it is that is making the shadow. "A - Anar Nazarchtharin?" she ventures. Her employer pops his head round the corner, making her jump. "Ffion! You have brought me a book?" The familiar language is a relief. "Yes, I, uh, there was a shadow?" It's gone now, she realises. "It is of no concern." Nazarchtharin shrugs, brushing hands together as though something had been finished. "It looked like a dragon!" Ffion persists.