A Library
Tethrik is still inwardly laughing about the contradictions in the woman's actions and words. Too bad she isn't a robot, he could have fooled her into destroying herself. "That's... heh... correct. We do not intend your library any harm."

The dragon dodges out of the way of the chains and stows his wand, not wanting to further provoke the librarian. He pulls a flask off the curious leather harness he wears, and takes a swig of its contents.