"I think so," Colle says, "but I'm not sure how. He's here to look at records, and he asked about Inric. I don't know what he wants." And, remembering the conversation from the night before, "I don't think Inric wants to talk to him." "Ah well," Nazarchtharin affects nonchalance, turning to leave. "I will not mention Inric if we run into this Yllianvarar during our search for recipe books." Ffion waves shyly as she follows her employer. "But wouldn't it be better to wait and ask Inric where -" Colle tails off. The odd pair have gone.