"I wish to request access to the books of the Great Library for myself and my scribe," Nazarchtharin announces, using formal Eldarin.
"Access is granted to all who ask," Inric replies in the same language. At that point Ffion returns her attention to the conversation.
"Um, hello again," she says in Rhydaben.
"You are working for Nazarchtharin now," Inric says, pulling vocabulary and grammar back into his memory.
"Yep!" She grins. "They have a lot of books to copy. And I get to travel, which is... convenient. My great-aunt was so mad about the Baker's Guild she nearly had a fit." She spreads her hands and shrugs, still cheerful. "It's better if I stay away from Rhydaber for now."