text: Prof. Wulpmegarn adjusted his formal robes, resettled his glass medallion, and brushed at a spot of his grey forehead where the fur might have been infinitesimally out of line. "I suppose there's no more delaying it," he said. "You say that Lleredh is not here?"
  
  "His name is Llredh, just one 'e', and he's not."
  
  "A pity. He seemed relatively peaceful, at least compared to that tan monster in the surgery," said Prof. Wulpmegarn. I stared at him; anyone who thinks Llredh is more peaceful than Arilash hasn't been paying much attention. Wulpmegarn shrugged and added, "Or at least, inclined in my favor as well, while I am researching cyoziworms for him."