"They are why we are here," Prytanis says, and his voice is suddenly much quieter. "They drove us from our home. They slaughtered our kin. That is why thy presence here is disturbing." He is speaking louder now. "We do not wish to be found. And now tha say to me - that there is nothing to be known. I - that that should be unknown - and yet, is that not better?" He turns away abruptly, and heads for the door, his footsteps an agitated rhythm. The door slams shut and someone squeaks in alarm. Inric stays very still and listens.