Anvar wanders the labyrinthine halls of the Great Library, feeling ever more alone and just a little bit nervous. Was this a mistake? The place looks deserted. He'd thought his uncle would be here - that he'd have to try and avoid him. But he's nowhere to be seen. Nobody is anywhere to be seen. Did something happen to him? Is the library... cursed? And even as the thought comes to his mind, he turns a corner to be met by an allochthene woman, and he can't help letting out an undignified shriek even though she is smiling.