In his sleep, Inric dreams, and remembers the first time he'd heard about allochthene messengers being used during the war. He'd been in the reading room when Aliyenthiel had come through the door and declared that another fyel had arrived. "Really?" Sarenathan asked, looking up from his book. Inric remember listening in to the conversation while trying to pretend he was still engrossed in his own book. "Who from this time?" "The Inasvin Alliance. The Menethel clan." "I wondered if they were going to come." "Of course they were." Aliyenthiel smirked. "Got to get their claim in. I mean, help protect the library." "From what?" "All the scary fyels that other nasty people have sent..." she wiggled her fingers and pulled a silly face. Sarenathan laughed. "So how many blood feuds have we got surrounding us now?" "About fourteen, I think." "And they're all behaving themselves? I am impressed."