Anvar arrives at the Great Library in a pensive mood, which rapidly sours as he runs across first one, then another of his uncle's inexplicable allochthene minions. Even Jakin's cheerful announcement that "Inric" - the ridiculous name Invarioneth is disgracefully fond of using - is back, does not cheer him up. His mood reaches its nadir when he passes a bookshelf and spots the clanless boy holding a bookwyrm kit to the books, trying to stop it licking the spines. By the time he reaches the kitchen, he is seething with incoherent frustration. "No, I will return, but... not just yet," Inric is saying when Anvar storms in. "Uncle! I need to talk to you!" He casts a glance at Magistra Colle. "Alone!"