"Rathinar?" Inric muses as he walks away from the wagon, settling his hat back on his head. "Rath-Astinar?" He frowns in thought. "I do not think it is likely that either Jory or Kelyn possesses a Rath-Astinar book. So it must be the Great Library book." He starts on the gentle slope up towards where he left the others, conscious of still being watched from the seedy individual now in charge of Jory's wagon. "They must have recognised the language. Which supports my hypothesis about the limniform magic. But the use of a plant to enable access to the form..." He finds himself smiling in unexpected delight. "Truly fascinating!"