Outside, Orien spots the Unfledged she spoke to yesterday, the one who had been interested in her uncle's books. "Oh hello!" she says, then as he looks round at her, "are you all right?" He looks haggard and tired. "Are you looking for something?" she guesses. "My wyrbeast," the man says. "He is missing." "Oh no! And you think he is around here?" "Yes. I think he might be hiding. He may be inside your long storehouse." "I don't think so," Orien says, amused. "My uncle's there right now. I'm sure he'd notice a wyrbeast." A thought strikes her. "But you could ask my friend Tiero. He works with the wyrbeasts in Ahl Serin. He might have seen yours, or know where to look." "What is the way to Ahl Serin?" Orien chooses to overlook the lack of basic courtesy. Even Tiero is like that sometimes, and clearly Inric is worried. "There's a path down on the north side of this spire," she says. "Someone will meet you there, they always have a warden."