"Ah, Copper." Inric, seated on his bed, looks behind him as the bookwyrm approaches. "My apologies." He sighs, loosening the clasp on his cape. "We will have to go back for the book." He raises a hand to pet the questing head, then stares at the bookshelves as Copper curls up next to him. "I thought it would be the same as the ships. I was wrong."