Orien daydreams, gazing up at the slivers of sky visible through the dappled green of the forest canopy. It is only when the sun goes in that she realises how late it is. "No Tiero?" she wonders, suddenly concerned. "I hope he's all right." She descends to the path down the spire, and follows it as she had instructed Inric to do the day before. But when she reaches the path to Ahl Serin, she finds it blocked. "You can't come in," the warden says, face impassive. "But I need to talk to Tiero." "Not today."