By this time, they have reached Inric's quarters, and Colle puts out a hand to pause him.
"I should tell you that we had a visitor today," she says. "Another Eldarin. He wanted to use the library." Inric doesn't react. "He didn't give me a name."
"What did he look like?"
"Young, about your height, similar complexion, with long pale hair in a complicated braid. Oh yes, and he wore a divided cloak with a chevron pattern down the front." Inric stiffens slightly, the motion only just noticeable.