[He can have a thousand more pets if he likes, Palamedes will reschedule this trip-- no, no. They're going, and he glances at the gun sword with the expression of someone who has never before seen something equally impractical-seeming and incredibly dope. He knows nothing about weaponry.

He hums, then, and offers,] I'm Master Warden of the Library, heir to the Sixth House— which means nothing to you, either. If it means something to you, the point is to share. D'you hear wingbeats?

[Horrible, giant bug wingbeats - they're there, somewhere just out of sight, and Palamedes twists around as he walks to judge the direction. Where oh where are you, bug menace?]