Carnan and his men remain at a respectful distance while the group works throughout the library. Occasionally one will wander off and cast a suspicious eye into various nooks and crannies of the building, or walk the grounds, but mostly they remain barely within sight.
At Lyrique's question, Carnan shrugs. "As far as I know, there neither bodies nor survivors in this building." Carnan's voice is gruff and stilting, as if he's unused to speaking.
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Serbanas turns at Sildarin's words.
"Good to see you, youngster. I see you've made it through as well. Yes, I had little trouble with those orcs, and the Crimson Guard don't bother me here."
Serbanas gestures at the weaponry on his walls. "My work keeps my hands from falling idle."