Krow leaned back in his chair, making himself comfortable. "I heard that only learned masters entered the Tvarglad Library."
"Yes." For the first time, a hint of disdain in her tone.
Oho.
Krow widened his eyes innocently, smiling all the while. "As a scholar, do you not agree that great people would read great books? Since the books are popular with such masters, they must be tomes of great learning and knowledge. How could I, a lowly student, not want tomes with such great recommendation?"
She couldn't refute. Krow could see her trying.
Finally she grit out, "Those books are not for outsiders."
"I understand," Krow nodded solemnly. "I will not insist on books that are restricted by royal law or contain the secrets inherent to the vargvir race. Otherwise…"
She stood, hand slapping on the desk, eyes burning a hole in him. "If—"
A soft cough from behind Krow, and her eyes fixed on the red of the Reeve's cloak.
