Inric leads the way to the same small, comfortable room he had used before, when Carianaya had asked for his memories of her son. She sits down in the chair, bolt upright, the leather folder on her lap, and watches as he sits down opposite. "First," she says, "I should like to know why you asked about the pre-Accord history of my clan." "I hope it will shed some light on observations I made recently while visiting another world," Inric says, picking his words carefully. "Another world? That would be Lisgaros?" "Indeed." Now he really is curious. Carianaya sighs. "Very well. Please understand that these are mostly myths. Legends. Even those which are not are barely more than stories." She leans forward to put the folder on the small table. "You should have this. I have compiled it, but the bulk of it is Nara's work." "Narayedaran?" "Yes, Because of the bookwyrms." She smiles. "You know Nara loved the bookwyrms?" "Yes, I remember." "Even as a child, he was fascinated by them and their mysterious origins. One of our legends centres around Athal En Jehir, where the wild bookwyrms live."