Anvar has just taken down his cloak when his mother comes up behind him. "Going to the Great Library again?" she asks. "What do you mean? I didn't go yesterday!" But he realises even as he says it that it's too defensive. "Just the day before, and the day before that, and -" she smiles, teasing. "There's been a lot to do," Anvar mumbles. "Has Invar brought more people?" "Yes, of course he has." He scowls, pulling the cloak on. "Although this isn't his fault," he mutters, but she overhears anyway. "What isn't?" Anvar sighs. "Someone came from Kasith-Varouin to do research on embroidery." "Oh, that sounds lovely... isn't it?" "You don't understand." Anvar avoids her gaze. "I take it this person is young and attractive?" "MOTHER!"