"Library business?" Kitharissen scoffs, spreading his hands in mock astonishment. "You claim the Great Library has business? This... relic?! A crumbling building with a single mage in residence?" "Nothing of its original purpose has changed," Inric says. "It remains a repository of knowledge from multiple worlds. Scholarship continues. Kasivelieth is adding to that tradition." Now he steps sideways, less subtle, edging Kasivelieth's father away from where she and Anvar are standing. "You may not interfere with her choice to be here." Kitharissien draws himself up. "I would dispute your claim that the Great Library is functioning as originally intended." "You are welcome to file a dispute with the senior librarian's office," Inric says, succeeding in edging around him so he is angled away from his daughter. "Do you know your way back to the nexus room?"