Just outside the records room, you almost collide with a great brown watch wher who lunges and growls at you from his lair.

"Xander!" commands an elderly man, "let them pass."

Emerging from the shadows you see a frail old man supporting himself with one hand on the wher and one hand on the cave wall.

"My name is Garen. I used to keep the records till my hands became too shakey and my eyes gave out. Kirina helps out now"

As he talks, his hand caresses the hideous head of his friend.

Thanking him for his help, you