"And after all that, he barely looked at Uncle's books!" Orien spreads her hands out in bafflement at her visitor's odd behaviour. "I took him to the long storehouse and all. I thought he might be after one book in particular, but he just looked around." She peers at Tiero, leaning against the opposite arm of the forked tree trunk. "Are you sure you don't know him?" "I don't know anyone like you've described," Tiero says, fussing with his hat. It's a new one, with attractive fine needlework patterns, but it's too big for him. "What about Prytanis?" Orien asks, remembering what her uncle had said. Tiero jumps in surprise, dislodging the loose hat. "What?"