"Turn around. Slowly," Hian says, and the wizard turns. He doesn't look like the ones she remembered. They had had pale skin and hair, but this one is darker than she is, with glossy black hair. "Are you from Chorath-Eledhrin?" she asks. "I am not." "Then why are you here?" she demands. "I am looking for a book." "A book? In these ruins? Where?!" "I believe it is in the building behind you," he says. "So you know how to get inside?" "I would suggest the door." "What door?!" She's annoyed now, and the bow creaks with the tension. "It has been concealed," the wizard says, infuriatingly calm.