Giving a smile and a cheerful wave as Mary departs, Wolfram nods to himself as he turns to the bedfallen knight. "She will grow to be a fine young lass if that girl listens to but a tenth of the things she has heard here. Thank goodness she's taken every word to heart, no?" With a smile that is perhaps a bit more grim than he planned, and with a smoothness of motion that likely shows exactly as much of the combat-acquired balance Wolfram developed in his 'youth', as it were, the so called librarian pulls up a chair across from where Morr rests, taking a seat.<br/><br/>"Now then, I have my own part to say, but first it would be impolite not to address your own concerns before my own. I hear you have been looking for me to speak to?"