The next ten minutes or so are taken up by gentle chat, which the young Arathinien seems to enjoy enough to ignore both the awkwardness with which Inric gatecrashed the meeting, and the angry, resentful glare Anvar is bestowing on the ground. Eventually he makes his courtesies and leaves. Anvar lasts until he is barely out of earshot before turning angrily on his uncle. "How did you know it wasn't him?"