Anvar blinks, dizzy, but she carries on. "My cousin spoke well of you and your uncle," she says. "He is a librarian here, I believe? I would like to speak with him." "Oh, let me show you!" Anvar is just relieved to have something he can offer straightforwardly. He leads her to the first room he can think of, and to his relief, Invar is there along with Magistra Colle, working through some papers. "Uncle, I met, uh -" Anvar stops, realising with horror that he doesn't even know the visitor's name. She steps forwards smoothly, putting her bag down so she can offer the proper courtesy. "I am Kasivelieth Sey-Dariyavis of the Kasith-Varouin clan," she says, and ice spears Anvar's heart. "I would like to study here." Invar returns the courtesy, ignoring the shock written across Anvar's face. "The Library is open to all who ask," he says. "Should you wish assistance with your research, you may ask without obligation."