"Um, excuse me?" Inric stops and turns. "I came to apologise." He doesn't recognise the speaker, a well-dressed young woman with a worried face and determined eyes. "My uncle was very rude," she continues, giving him the clue he needs to place her. "What was it you wanted?" "I wish to look at the books." "Just... just look?" She seems confused. "At present, yes." "Well... I can let you in this afternoon, when my uncle's out. But you have to do something for me first." She takes a deep breath. "You must come and talk to Knawan Ysenna. She always wants to talk to travellers."