"You are the owner of this coin." Hetherys Den Arvon holds up the coin Inric had flipped at Mina, the coin which started this whole mess. "No." "But you are a High One." "That is correct." That wasn't something he could deny. "I am Hetherys Den Arvon, fourth Magister of Athebridge." He makes a funny motion with his hands, interlinked fingers turned up, a courtesy of some kind. "May I know your name?" "What do you wish to ask of me?" Inric has already had enough of this conversation.