A clickering rang out across the worn stones. A booted foot lashed out. The clickering stopped. In it's place a wooden silence rang. A figure resumed it's perusal of a large tome. After a time the tome is cast aside and another is drawn from a pile. A soft crick-click of nails approaches the figure. A hand gently reaches down to the dragon's head as it nuzzles up against the figure. The Lectern takes this brief lapse of attention to make another bid for the woodshed. The boot lashes out again.