"Oh, there are so many of them!" Mina stops outside the caves that nestle under the shadow of the trees and stares, entranced. Bookwyrm heads pop out from the darkness at the back of the caverns and gaze solemnly back at her. Ylva turns to the rest of the party, following behind at a slower pace. "Did they run away from the library?" she asks. "Most are wild," Inric says. "Some will have come from the Library." "Did they escape?" Jakin asks. "No. They were released." "On purpose? Why?" "In case nobody remained to look after them," Inric says. Mina and Jakin look confused, Ylva troubled, and Colle is merely sad. Ffion, sensing the mood without fully understanding what was said, pulls the bag from her back. "Picnic?"