Orien follows Tiero in silence, sunk in her own thoughts, until one persistent one bubbles to the top and refuses to go away. "You do have him, don't you?" she asks. "The traveller, I mean." Tiero scowls. "Are you holding him hostage? Or - oh no, is he dead?! Why arent you saying anything?" The questions tumble out, with no restraint. "Who was that man? He's been visiting my uncle. At night. They must be discussing something suspicious -" "Shut up!" Tiero rounds on her angrily.