"So who is he?" Tiero persists. "A mage from ancient Eld." "From Sa Ayen?!" "I hope not. He seems to care about that wyrbeast. That's most of what's holding him here." Prytanis scowls at the boy. "So look after the beast and tell no one. Understand?" Their voices fade from Inric's hearing, and he leans his head back against the wall, frowning thoughtfully to himself.