"Merianethel," Inric says formally, "I am glad to see you well." "It's good to see you!" His sister-in-law is less formal, although he notices she avoids using his name. "Please, come in!" "Is Yllianvarar here?" Inric steps through and takes off his hat. "No, he went out to help prepare for the Assembly. Is that why you're here?" "In a sense. Which clan is it?" "Kasith-Varouin," Merianethel says, confirming his suspicions. "I believe they are keen to resume trading." Then, at his flinch, she asks shrewdly, "what is it?"