<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sarya</div><div class="spoiler_body">"First, I can actually read," Milena answers, assuming that like most wild elvesthat Sarya is illiterate. "Let me see... ugh," she mutters, flipping open the book and wincing as she sees the words. She blinks a time or two as she tries to get them into focus before closing the book. Her mouth purses slightly as she thinks. "Secondly, I have know people you don't--and I know just the person who'll be able to read it," she answers, looking pointedly at Sarya.<br/><br/>"Thirdly, as you know, elf, I've held my end of the bargain in the past. Or you can take your book and find someone else who can find those who can read your book. Your choice," she says smugly, obviously thinking that Sarya would not have come to her had she anyone else to go to. "Or you could go and run back to whatever hole it is you scurried out of," she says, putting the book on the counter well within Sarya's reach and leaning back on the stool a little.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Anli</div><div class="spoiler_body">A gleeful cackle runs through Anli's mind before the entity falls silent, waiting for her to turn to it. She can find it rustling through her mind, and sometimes strange colors or smells flood her senses for a moment before they disappear as quickly as they came. "Oh... very well, Miss. Do you need more time? Or shall I help you carry the books back to the station--or to your home if want to go there first?" Private Bustol asks, his voice still tinged with concern.<br/><br/>A sense of vertigo takes hold if Anli tries to get up, but it's quickly gone leaving her feeling better and steady once more. "Interesting... very interesting," she can hear the creature in her mind as it continues its rummaging, though she remains powerless at stopping it. "So many interesting things here... many I don't think even <em>you</em> are aware of," it says tantalizingly in passing, almost as though it were a trivial matter to rifle through another's mind.</div></div>