Inric sighs. "I do not think I can help you." "Any story is fine!" "I come from a long way away, not your neighbour city." "Ahl Serin," Orien says helpfully. "Well yes, your fine colours told me that," Knawan Ysenna says. "But that is all for the better! I have never spoken to an Unfledged from a different city." She turns to her assistant. "Orien, are you ready to transcribe?" Inric pushes to his feet. "No."