Inric and Copper walk through the residential corridor, past the workshop Kelyn has adopted, which now bears soot stains all over its walls, and through to the enormous entry room with its vaulted ceiling and sadly gappy bookshelves. Now Copper does respond to the dragon's presence behind them, with an enquiring "mrrp?" Inric turns, not really surprised. "Nazarchtharin. Is there something you wish to ask of me?"