[Melisil]

Del looked at Aelimur, "Well, it just seems that we are out of the picture, doesn't it? Look at them. Maen and Crystal are off examining some cracks in the wall, your serious and silent chum Ferethor stowed himself and Atharen in some corner talking in low voices, and Roryn is busy trying to divert the librarian. Well, what are we doing here?"

Aelimur was ready to reply, when Del continued, "And your pal Ferethor is a strange chap. He and Atharen drew blades against each other about an hour ago, and now they look like they have been comrades for ever. He opposed the adventure into this building from the start, yet he doesn't look like a skulking coward. I mean, that's strange."

Aelimur nodded laughing slightly, "It doesn't leave us anywhere in particular. And as or Ferethor," he nodded in his direction, "even I cannot say what is going round his head."

This was really one of the first times, but certainly not the last, that Aelimur felt slightly pressed to lie. He had not fully lied though, as though he had an idea of what Ferethor was doing, it wasn't much of one.

Aelimur cast his glance around the old building. "You would not think this place was made for public audience, would you?" he whispered softly to Del. The Library was beautiful. Gracefully carved designs on everything, many of the books were jewel encrusted.

It mistified Aelimur quite completedly.