"Thank you, honored Vernasus," said Arngeirr as they entered the library.  He tucked the box under one huge arm, making sure to keep a firm grip on it.  "I must begin the search for whatever information my father hid here.  The first conundrum I must solve... where do I begin looking?"<br/><br/>He stalked down the rows upon rows of books, hoping that something would inspire him, give him a guess as to what his father would have done here.  As his huge frame passed from one isle to the other, he came across a tiny figure in a robe that was much too large.  "I say, is that sweet Mary I see before me?"  The huge man stride down the isle she has taken to, and as he nears she sees the wee lass fretting about dejectedly as if in search of something.  "Dear little Mary," he says, "What can Mister Arny do to help?"