She slowed, pouted up at him.<br/><br/>"The Bookwyrm is a collector of sorts. The Liebrarians stole his collection, which is why they won't let anyone check out the books. They know that if anything might motivate the Bookwyrm to do something, there is one payment above all that would do it.  So...here you are, and you have what you need, and a good and loving uncle would do anything for his darling little moppet of a niece."<br/><br/>She batted her eyes and smiled.<br/><br/>"We need to find a bookshop.  But it has to be the right one.  Edgar's should do it.  If you see a sign with a raven at a writing desk, just tell me, would you?  It's a deuced pain being so small..."