"Where did Inric say he was going?" Jakin asks. He is working on a set of shelves today, arranging planks scavenged from another room in some kind of order before working on them. "A place called Eynvard," Mina says, slotting another book into place. "I wonder what it's like there," Jakin muses. "Do you think it's like our world? Or completely different?" He warms to his topic. "Maybe nobody has horns there? Maybe they look more like him? What do you think?" "I'm sure they won't be as annoying as you," Mina says primly, and Jakin sticks his tongue out in the time-honoured way of annoying siblings everywhere.