"And this word?" Ffion asks, pointing to the page. Colle looks over. "That means 'book'." "But you said this one is book," Ffion protests, pointing to another word on the same page. Then, leafing back, "and here, and here." "There are many words for book, yes," and Colle smiles, unable to help liking a language with such a clear reverence for scholarship. "How many?" She gestures to the room where they are sitting, with bookshelves stretching from the floor to the tall ceiling. "I find new ones every day!" Then, catching sight of the new arrival, "oh, Inric! We didn't expect you back just yet." "I will not be staying," he says, and he looks grave, but then he always does. "Do you know where Tiero might be found?" Colle is about to respond but Ffion gets there first. "In the woods," she says, carefully shaping the Eldarin words. "With the bookwyrms." "Thank you," Inric says, while Colle beams at her current protege.