Inric holds out his hand to the shape on the bookshelf, and slowly the bookwyrm lowers its head for a scratch. It's encouraging to see one of the trained bookwyrms still inhabiting the library. "I'm not the only one after all," Inric says to himself, then with increasing hope, "perhaps retrieving the missing books is not entirely impossible." But as he walks back through the library, now with the bookwyrm by his side, a sobering thought comes to him. "Providing that we are not recognised by the autochthenes."