Anvar pauses by a bookshelf, just out of sight of the angry older Eldarin. Kasivelieth's father? "You and I both know you don't really want to study embroidery," he says dismissively. "And even if you do, you could do that at the clanhold. This is a pointless act of rebellion. Now, stop bothering the librarians." He looks around, somehow missing the multiple eavesdroppers. "If there are any even here. This place is markedly shabby." He sneers. "Come along." Kasivelieth visibly braces herself, and despite everything, Anvar feels himself on her side. "I'm not going!" she says. Her father steps forward, and to his surprise, so does Anvar. "You will do as you are - what?"