"Oh, ah," Anvar flounders, then folds his arms in an attempt to look together. "It's about time someone showed up!" He squints at the woman in from of him. "I don't recognise you. Where are you from?" A horrible thought strikes him. "You do understand Eldarin, don't you? Or am I just talking to myself?" "I speak Eldarin." "So where is he?" Not the question he'd meant to ask. The woman frowns. "Are you looking for Inric?" Anvar splutters in horrified amusement. "Is that what he's calling himself?!"