"Brother Aldus!" Cyrward says, stepping aside to let the monk through. "I thought you were at the chorale!" "I was. I asked permission to leave early. Un case my patients needed me." He smirks. "Which they clearly do." Cyrward leaves, not without several grumpy glares which Aldus ignores. He comes up to the small table and puts a cup down, then hands a pair of heavy, carefully-bound books to Inric. "I thought you might like a book or two," he says, casual in the face of what Inric knows is an enormous favour. "Can you read Jurian?" "Yes. These are.." "'Equilibrium Theology', and 'On the Nature of the Balance and its Use in Charms'," Aldus says promptly. "They are our oldest and most revered treatises on the Balance. I can bring some more later, if you wish. Or we could discuss them, if that would please you?" Inric doesn't bother trying to hide his pleasure.