[Nidavellir. Zelos promises himself to look that up later and find out what happened to it. He's not sure how to spell it, but he's sure someone in the palace will help him.

For now, he obediently trails along behind the half-elf librarian, though the idea of offering help doesn't even cross his mind. Nobody ever expects it of him.]

Then the professor was wrong! [Zelos grins triumphantly. The hardships of centuries ago seem laughably small in comparison to that.] Do you think it'll happen again soon? There are people who say we've been blessed for too long, and --

[There's a noise outside the library door and Zelos cuts off abruptly. Panic wipes the cheer from his face. He looks around, then slides quickly under a low table just before one of the palace guards walks in.]

You there. Have you seen the Chosen?

[It's pretty obvious this isn't one of the main stops on their search for Zelos, since the guard still has one foot out the door.]