"Perhaps not glamorous," Scipio concedes agreeably, at her correction. Certainly the phrase 'pissing rain' does not inspire visions of glamour. "But killing darkspawn, this is adventurous, yes? There is little denying that."

But their arrival at the library quite neatly murders his zeal for conversation. Scipio peers around them, with the books clutched close to his chest.

"Yes," he says, somewhat nervously, "this-- is it. The library. I will put down these books, just here, safely delivered," as in, right here, right in the entrance, on the floor. A neat stack. He backs away. "And now I must-- attend, to, other matters. That need attending."