Anghel, meanwhile, had his beady grey-violet sights set in one direction only, hurtling towards the light novel collection in the back of the library like a one-pigeon landslide. "Do not be mistaken, my friend. The Prison of Ages cleaves no longer to the prayers of mortals," he said, apparently oblivious to the fact that his newfound companion was taking much more care with this search than he was. "In my folly, I thought it sealed beyond this realm forevermore. Yet the prophecy of -"

Thunk.

"- aaghh."

The bookcase rocked back and forth rather alarmingly. So did Anghel. Only after a moment or two did he regain enough of his composure to fluff his feathers out again and give his head a little shake. Still, at least the impact seemed to have slowed him down.

It was at this point that one of the library doves reached up with her wingtip to tap Chen on - not quite his shoulder, more like the small of his back, but an effort was being made. "Excuse me, sir... Are you a friend of Yoshio here?"