"They don't really, um, have titles or anything. I guess if you can work off 'the map that's pinned to the wall of my office'...?" 

Map! - in a little stick of metal that he pokes into his computer and then displays. "This one?"

Tran peers closer. "Yes, but - whoa. How did you do that? Mine is on canvas." 

"I can format-convert things!"

"Wow! That's - so useful - could you do something like, copy a stone building into a scale model made of wood -" 

"Or the reverse! That'd be pretty useful too." Savil stands as well, taking Vanyel's elbow. "Come on, ke'chara - have you eaten, you should get some supper..." 

Vanyel rolls his eyes in a very 'I am being involuntarily mothered' sort of way, but goes along with it. 

"I can do materials replacements too but it's not really the same thing as a format conversion - format conversion makes more sense as a concept if you're used to computers, inconveniently."

Vanyel half-turns, suddenly curious. "What are 'computers'?" 

"Machines that store and manipulate information. They're great."

"Oh! Like...paper and books except moreso?" 

"Much moreso! Fits orders of magnitude more in much smaller spaces, you can look for specific things you want to find much more easily with much less library science, and you can do all sorts of other cool things that books can't even sort of manage."

"That's amazing!" 

...Leareth would want to know everything about it right now. 

"Do you need more maps or is that one enough?" 

"Maps of more of the world would be good if you have them."

"Of the entire world? Er, no, we don't. I can probably dig up something in the archives that covers most of the continent?" 

Leareth would probably have a map of the entire world. 

Vanyel doesn't say this. He turns to follow Savil out. 

"I will settle for most of the continent for the time being."

"Want to come look at the Palace archives with me, then? You might see other things you want to, er, format convert and put on your computer." 

"Good luck! Tran, let me know if he needs anything else." Randi slips out. 

Shavri hovers, looking at Cam. 

"...are you joining us?" Cam asks Shavri, making to follow Tran.

"...Sure." She lowers her voice. "I, um, wanted to ask you about something. Can wait till we're there." 

"All right." His tail swishes as they walk through the corridors of the palace. He makes a to-do list on his computer as they go.

The archives are by Cam's standards not that impressive! There's a narrow, dimly-lit room with a long table in the middle, stools tucked under it; one stool is occupied by a young woman in Whites, who glances at them, does a double-take, exchanges what's probably some Mindspeech with Tran, and goes back to her book. 

There are shelves of books, and further back, shelves of boxes and crates. Maybe a couple of thousand books' worth of writing here, in total.