The sea by Maesfell is much the same as it was the first time Inric saw it, grey-blue-black with white tips where the wind catches the tips of the waves. He is standing on the shore path, looking out across the water, and he must have been visible from Mathea's cottage for he hears someone coming up behind him. "You're not in need of rescue this time," she says, by way of greeting. "It would appear I am no longer of interest to the local predators," he says, turning to face her. "So what brings you here?" She looks out across the sea for herself. "Escorting Magistra Colle." Mathea jumps and looks around warily. "She's here?"