Inric sighs. "The autochthene I met said there was a market in town for Eldarin artefacts. That suggests there may be local records." He looks up at Nazarchtharin. "I have more reading to do, but I think I will return to Kaleir, yes. Will that be a problem for Vincathaxis?" "I don't think so." Nazarchtharin is smiling again. "They're getting on well with Magistra Colle." The dragon casts a look at the cheerful group, where Vincathaxis' ears have returned to Eldarin shape. "I am grateful for your hospitality," they continue. "Vincathaxis is... unconventional. And very young. Young enough to find deliberations boring. They will be safe here, if that is acceptable to you?" "I have no objections." This is a much easier topic. "But you may wish to remind them that none of the allochthenes here know anything about shape-shifting." "Vincathaxis knows how to behave," Nazarchtharin says confidently. "Well, their ears have changed shape three times in the last twenty minutes."