Tiero frowns to himself, browsing the books in front of him. This should be the history section, but none of the titles are very clear. Some of the books don't even have titles on their spines. He scowls harder. "A new recruit!" He jumps and turns to see a stranger appraising him with a smile on his - her - their face. Dark skin, darker than Inric's, with intricately braided hair threaded with what look like pearls, except they are enormous, shimmering globes. Clothes a riot of somehow harmonious colour. The stranger leans closer, almost as if scenting him. Tiero leans back. "You have... an unfamiliar essence," the stranger says, sounding delighted. "How intriguing! Where did Inric find you?" Tiero had not thought he would ever find the older Eldarin's appearance a relief, but when Inric speaks from behind the stranger, Tiero finds he can breathe again. The words are unfamiliar, but at least the stranger has stopped looking at him. "Do not alarm them," Inric says in draconic.