You are happily on your way to a nice little nook you’re quite familiar with.
You've all but forgotten about the strange occurance in the chambers.
You have your book, your snacks (made of dust as they are, they are perfect for elves but not for men.)
Then you think of your mother.
She hasn’t seen you in a while. It’s rare that Lady Amaranth gives days off.
Invaded with pangs of guilt, you put your book back, pack your delicacies and leave to go see your mother.