The wind is gusting strongly as Inric makes his way over the brow of the hill. A small settlement is in front of him, complete with a seminary on the promontory. Satisfied, he starts down, but Copper doesn't follow. He's looking north, dancing in circles at the top of the path. "Yesterday you were heading straight for the settlement," Inric says, irritated. Not at Copper, it's not his fault. "What happened last night?" But Copper doesn't know and can't answer. Inric starts down the hill anyway, in the hope of finding something useful out from the inhabitants of the small village, and of maybe getting out of the wind, even just for a short time.