Inric turns back to her with a familiar weariness. She is gazing hopefully at him, hands clasped in unconscious supplication. "That man - Prytanis - has some kind of hold on him!" "It is not right to interfere," he says. "But aren't they your kin too?" She's right. And underneath that is the memory of familiar words in an unfamiliar voice -Prytanis' voice, this time, but he'd felt their sting before. Stand against thy kin and I will cast thee out! He sighs, and surrenders. "You told me that Tiero works with wyrbeasts?" "... yes?" She looks confused but hopeful.