"So you have retrieved your book successfully?" Nazarchtharin asks, while Vincathaxis chatters eagerly with Colle. Inric and the dragon are seated at the kitchen table. "Yes..." Inric says slowly, somewhat distracted by Vincathaxis' ears, which have taken on an elongated shape mirroring Colle's. "You sound doubtful." "I retrieved the book," Inric says, turning his attention back to the dragon. "But I found... discrepancies with the records." "What sort of discrepancies?" "The clan which claimed Kaleir spent only a short time there. They withdrew their claim when they found it was inhabited. But there was a clanhold. That suggests long habitation. And..." he hesitates. Ffion has joined Colle in chatting with Vincathaxis, and the young dragon's ears are now rounded in mimicry of hers. "Hmm?" "And it belonged to a different clan. One with a history of... dubious settlements. And aggression." "This disturbs you." Nazarchtharin is no longer smiling. "I am no longer comfortable with assuming the Great Library records are accurate. That in itself is disturbing." "Do you intend to go back?"