"Uh!" The short, scrawny individual who opens the door jumps in shock to see Inric. "What do you want?" "I have come to collect my hat," Inric says, which is true. "This wagon's off-limits!" "Where is Kelyn?" Inric asks, pushing past anyway and eyeing the jumbled mess inside the previously-neat wagon with distaste. "She's been detained." The little man flutters round the door in distress. "For what reason?" Inric collects his hat, only slightly battered. "To answer questions. You shouldn't be here!" "Questions about what?" "Please -" "Tell me and I will leave," Inric says, stepping closer. It doesn't take much pressure for the other to crack. "Books! Rathinar books!"