For the Geildirion of Cimbar

You have a book we want, the wizard replied,
ignoring the high priestess. I guess it's called the Geildirion of Cimbar. Give it to us, and we'll trouble
you no more. The beholder fell silent, evidently considering the offer. Quenthel stared daggers at
the wizard, but like the others, she listened for
the beholder's reply. The book is extremely
valuable. I will not yield it up because some whelp of
a dark elf demands it of me. Retreat, and I will
consent to spare your lives. Qu