In all honesty, restoring an old book might have had its dull moments to most, and Elma silently admitted even her enthusiasm over the idea might wane eventually, but she loved the idea of working with her hands, using her own creativity and experience to make something better. She ran the pad of her thumb across an intricate pattern of branches and leaves tooled into the leather along the bottom edge of her jerkin, remembering fondly the long hours that it had taken her to put them there. Lips curling up into a smile, the elvin woman trailed after Matthias is he first led her through the rows of stocked shelves and then into a set of hallways that gave her the impression of being trapped within a maze. It was a wonder how anyone found their way back here, with every door looking so alike. But Matthias steered their course confidently and seemingly without hesitation, stepping up to one of the doors and giving a knock.

A rather flustered man answered the door, inquiring almost immediately if he was done with whatever job he had been assigned with. A few words were exchanged, several curious glances were thrown in her direction, and then the man was hurrying away, leaving the office to Matthias and Elma. The smell of hot glue permeated the room, intensifying somewhat as Elma shut The door behind her as instructed, catching her interest. She watched the head librarian move over to the pot of what she assumed was the glue, One of his hands reaching out to give the liquid a few experimental stirs, before he settled himself into the seat behind the desk and began his work. Glancing around the rest of the room, she hesitated for only a moment before claiming one of the other chairs situated on her side of the desk, unable to stop the audible sigh that passed through her lips as she took her weight off of her feet. Settling back into the chair, she watched as Matthias carefully selected one of the delicate pieces of parchment and began to apply glue along its inner edge. But then he called her Lady Telthris again and she grimaced slightly at the sound of it.

"Please. You may simply call me Elma." She insisted, giving him a look that clearly stated she was not going to settle for otherwise. "From what I can tell, we are going to be spending a lot of time together in the foreseeable future, and I don't feel like spending that time continually looking over my shoulder to see if my mother has come upon us." She smiled, though the look in her eyes stubbornly continued to convey that this was one insistence that she would not budge on. And before any objection, if there were such objections, could be raised, Elma folded her hands together and her lap and gave her head a thoughtful tilt. "I wouldn't say that I hold an excessive amount of knowledge on our task, But I did not read your letter, So I cannot say for sure that the King gave us the same information. From my own request, it appears that some sort of demonic or enchanted creatures have appeared in the north and are terrorizing the villages..." A frown creased her brow. "I myself work as a ranger, a guard for hire in most instances, and I asked others in my company that had traveled north if they had seen anything unusual. Only one, Naia, confessed to seeing a figure from a distance, a huge hulking sort of beast that was shaped like a man but seemed... lopsided somehow." She gave her shoulders a delicate shrug. "I have no information beyond that. I don't know the source of the stories, the creatures, or why the king would think that one such as yourself would be qualified to go on such a quest. I am not even privy to the knowledge of why he would think someone like myself would be qualified, either. I can only guess.