Orien picks her way down the cliff path, balancing herself with one hand and clutching Inric's hat and stick with the other. When she reaches the bottom, she follows the base of the cliff around to the back of the area where the wyrbeasts are kept. They are mostly dozing in the afternoon sun, and do little more than raise their heads as she eases through the rocks. She stops when she reaches one she recognises. "You are here!" she says, and the traveller's wyrbeast looks back at her with dark eyes, alert but not afraid. It is an unusual colour, and the double strips on its horns and tail are distinctive. Then it looks around, and Orien follows its gaze - and lets out a sharp breath of relief. "Tiero!"