In her nest, Orien sits hugging her knees to her chest, thinking. Under the stairs, Tiero produces dried meat for the beautiful wyrbeast which has just appeared. It's not one he recognises, but maybe one of the other keepers has lost it. "Wherever do tha come from?" he murmurs. "That's good, this way." Back in the Great Library, Colle turns to see Inric coming towards her, a preoccupied frown on his face. "Good morning! Have you been away all night?" But he walks straight past, not even acknowledging her presence. She watches him go, more concerned than offended. Something is wrong.