YAY, dramatic tension! My area of literary expertise.
I'll start writing up the post.
I assume it'll go something like (also including the post after this one)): Idruil is still wandering and being nostalgic in the library. He notices Carathir near the passage to the Archives and addresses him. He can perhaps strike up a conversation, since he's currently very bored, and then the Legacy questers plunge out. Idruil draws his weapon, demanding that an explanation be given. When he hears of the quest (or however that works out) he would jump at the oppurtunity to join the group and ignore the breaking and entering.
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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