"Vir Dirthana," he corrects immediately. He doesn't expect the uncouth human to know how to say a lick of elvhen, but he would have hoped the man could repeat something so simple. Never mind that elvhen is a strange mess of rolling vowels and gibberish.

"Ruins now, shattered from what it once was. It is our grand library and not far from reach," he repeats. "This is likely the remains of a personal collection."

Or what had been needed immediately on hand. He pauses in annoyance every time Strange's attention is diverted, if only so he doesn't activate the even more annoying effects of the bonding spell.