I fear I am becoming a scholar - or a philosopher. (Maedhros's deep voice is tinged with amusement.) The library at Kirkwall has been catalogued and alphabetized.

(Why did he decide on such an undertaking? The answer is complicated.)

My efforts have unearthed documents concerning alchemy, dragons, the various races...

I would like to know your stories. What sort of life have you lived? What do you think of the other races? Rifters are welcome to respond too and, remember, should you have inquiries for me, I will answer them truthfully.

(Some might wish he was a little less truthful in fact. He has led a sad, destructive existence.)

Your story can be added to the rest if you so desire.

I have sestra who is eating no meats. This is strange to me, but I like it in her. She is... thinking much, ready to starve self to save other creatures. Cosima is kind, I think.

( She says, as if Cosima can't hear this. And, a swift amendment, ) Sarah is kind, also! Both of my sisters are very good. They give... home feelings.

( Anyway, let's not get weighed down talking about that. )

There are different animals here. I am curious what the hunting of them is like.

Be telling me: have any of you eaten the dragon fleshes?

Oh Skies, I think I'm DYING!

[ One might be tempted to chock this up to Myira being overly excited or dramatic about, well, pretty much everything but the panic in her voice is real enough. ]

There's blood! Blood's supposed t'stay inside of you!