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So many books. So MANY books. It was something that Inali could actually appreciate about this place, the sheer vast volumes of knowledge. It appealed to her ingrained habits. She inhaled happily, almost forgetting their location and the associated risks. It was tempting to vanish among the shelves and not come out. But it would serve nothing for her elthsa's purpose. Much of the information here was already known to her master. Inali regretfully narrowed her perusal to what she needed for Ishtar. She staggered back, trying not to use her limbs. But arms were so weak when it came to solid sinuous muscle! In the end she paused in a remote corner and used her limbs to rearrange herself, catching a corner of her tunic in each hand and forming an apron pocket to hold the smaller scrolls. Then she gently and reverently placed the larger books and compilations into each arm, balancing them on her hips. Afterwards she stuck her staff through the straps of her pack such that it angled from her shoulder to her opposite hip, which ought to keep it from harm. That done, her darker limbs rustled back under the wide shelter of her skirts and she returned back to well lit areas with tables, dusty but glowing.

At Eria's enquiry her face lit up in a beatific grin.
"Yea and nae, tis wonderous the number o' books here. I'd spend near the rest o' my life here. But this is all good fer what I'm searching. It'll take me a wee while to condense what I need though." She wanted a table, and the space to set out her journal and inkwell. If she started with the myths, she could check the broad purpose of Ishtar. She'd no doubt that something that old and that angry would be listed somewhere. That would give her an idea of the nature of the thing. Then she could search through more arcane texts for the circle that was created, in relation to Ishtar. And then, she'd see what could be communicated to her elthsa.