I'd like to think I'm still Librarian—though I suppose that's dependent on whether or not that Lawspeaker woman was being truthful about the years passing back home. [ He's choosing to believe it's a lie. A Librarian being stolen out of a Library of the Watchman's Tree would be a scandal of divine proportions, one that would require almost immediate redress by the Hours of Calyptra. That years could have passed without any vengeance being taken upon his kidnappers is unthinkable. Surely these Fae are not more powerful than the Hours. ]

Yes. I'm not the only person with that title, mind you, but I'm one of a few. Our Libraries are distant enough from one another that it doesn't tend to cause confusion.

[ As they walk, it becomes apparent that there's something odd about the Librarian's gait; he walks with a limp, his right leg dragging somewhat with every step. ]

I admit, I'm quite curious about your own homeland—and the people in it. I hope you will not take offense if I tell you that I've never seen, ah... such a manner of sensory organs as you possess on your head.

[ Obviously, a wordier description is more polite. ]