Who doesn't seem to have any trouble at all finding her way through the labyrinthine turnings in the stacks. She's worked here too long.

"Here we are," she says, stopping and running her fingers lightly over the spines of several books. "The Wars for the Dustrealm, volumes one through eight. Are you going to need all eight, or is there one in particular you wanted?"

She glances from Andrew to Nita, hand hovering over the shelf.