"Ah, cleric," the guard says cheerfully. "I thought I heard somewhat. But it was just Tiero." "Just Tiero," Prytanis says flatly. "With that wyrbeast." "He, um, I just caught him," Tiero tries to sound nonchalant but it rings false. "Did tha?" Prytanis is not fooled. He turns to the guard. "How is our guest?" "Asleep." "Then tha can take a break. Both of you. I'll take over from here." In the hut, Inric breathes a sigh of - not quite relief - and shifts towards the line of light edging the door.