Inric returns to the Great Library without incident, although not without reluctance on Copper's part. The halls are dark and quiet. They haven't started watching for his leaving at night yet. "That felt very much like limniform magic in that wagon," he muses as he walks. "More than just the books. Rath-Astinar are famous for their limniform work." He frowns as he navigates the corridors on the way to the chamber where he sleeps. "And they made up a large proportion of the first survey team and subsequent foster programme." Reaching his makeshift bed, he sits down and removes his cloak, then pulls off his gloves. "But there was nothing about developing autochthonous magic in the report. So was it illicit, or unintentional? It would be good to get inside that wagon." Finally lying down, with Copper curled up beside him, he manages one more mumbled comment before sleep overtakes him. "I should speak to Magistra Colle, if I am going to be away for some time..."