"Let me get Padra Osin," the gatekeeper says with a broad smile. "Please wait, I'll be as quick as I can." He is not quick enough to see Nikhil slipping through the gate. Inric is aware that he has accomplished the desired distraction, but how can he leave now? What did they mean by naming the Great Library? He waits, in the company of the other gatekeeper, an uneasy feeling in his stomach. The complex is large, and apparently mostly deserted. Nikhil pauses by a pillar, then sets off up a flight of stairs more or less at random. Where could she be? "Hian?" Hian, seated in a bare stone cell thankfully free from filth, looks up at the familiar voice. "Hello, Rohin," she says. "I never thought I'd see this place again. Much less from this side of the bars!"