The terrifying sound of something winding up - no doubt a weapon - it was enough to chill the blood in his veins. Fenriss couldn't help himself as he reached up, two spindly arms emerging from the pile of fallen books. Narrow, three-fingered hands splayed wide as he let out a helpless gasp.

"Atasko keh tu san... "

The short phrase tumbled out, and he hoped that those in the great book-room could understand his apologetic missive.

"... Aiso feynsaka ti tu seh sako... !?"

He only hoped that the next sound he heard would not be the last he heard.