Always Been Quick-Witted

"Lord Drevolan awaits in the library," Lady Eldora informed me, offering a drink to pass the time.

"Of course."

She led me through a spiraling staircase to the library. After a brief absence, she returned with a glass of red wine. It was slightly too warm and had a strong tannin flavor, but I still appreciated it. I had visited this library before and, while waiting, I browsed some books. Most were about history or magic. A few on the Terran caught my eye, especially two written by Noir Myst, a name I recognized from Venorium. Seeing these books in Drevolan's library intrigued me.

Opal whispered that Drevolan was approaching, saving me from any sudden surprise. Drevolan offered, "You can borrow them, if you want."

"I'd love that," I replied.

"But, I've some books with curses for those who don't return them."

"Can I borrow those as well?"

"What's the purpose of your visit?"

"I've found the name you wanted."

"So quickly?"

"When you deal with Terrans, things move fast."