"What are you doing?" Anvar's indignant voice interrupts Inric's scan through of the records book. He turns to face his nephew. "Looking something up." "Oh". Anvar deflates all of a sudden. Inric looks at him, at the young face tense with uncertainty and sighs inwardly. "You have been mapping fyel movements?" he asks, making a peace offering of sorts. Anvar starts in surprise.