You walk into the study of anAes Sedai, squinting at the dim light. At the desk, you see a woman consumed with the Ter'angreal before her. She briefly looks up at you, calm blue eyes focused, wondering why you have come to interupt her. Wordlessly, she points you to the books set around her, identifying different areas of interest. You pause briefly, wondering whether you should say anything, but deciding against it, you continue on to the library of mismatched parchments that look like they would crumble at the slightest touch.