Anethrial followed the thief down the stairs. She stays quite, and close trying not to be in the way. She has never been down here, had never had a reason, and she suspects there were things in this library of scrolls that her father had wanted hidden from her, and everybody. While she is here would be the perfect opportunity to investigate this, She has doubts about doing it. Everyone is entitled to their own secrets.<br/><br/>She watches him quietly wondering what he is doing, and when a flame appears in his hand where did he get that. The person who had threatened her not long ago was nothing but an enigma to her. She did not fear him, instead he filled her with wonder and a bit of pity. He wasn't a bad man. A bad man would have killed her when she ran out of usefulness. Perhaps he thinks she knows more about this place then she had told him, or that she can give him a quick way out once his business is finished.<br/>Then why had he given her a choice? Perhaps he knew which one she would take.<br/><br/>Her musings on him are disrupted when  he signals her forward and points out the fine lines on the floor and ceiling. She jumps over them the feathers of her wings rustling just a bit as she lands on he other side of it. How did he see the trap? She knew that she probably would have walked right into it. Had he been a thief long?  She shook her head trying to stop herself from her wondering, and pay more attention to what was going on.<br/><br/>She peered past him down the corridor but could make nothing at it. Somewhere down here there were scrolls that had been locked away for centuries. Maybe they were down here for a reason. Maybe they were so well guarded not to keep people from stealing them, but to keep them from being read. She would have to keep an eye on what he took to make sure it wouldn't make things any worse.