Jakin grins. "He said to, when we first met him." "But that's not his real name." "I know. Mina's seen it in the records room. But 'Inric' is easier to say. And I think he likes it." He leads the way down a flight of stairs and across a gallery, doors opening on one side. "Tha did not meet him here?" Tiero asks, curious. "No, at home. In Athebridge. Um, Ossechia. Not here." "Not Eld? And the others?" "Ylva and Magistra Colle are from some place called Eynvard. You haven't met Ffion or Nazarchtharin yet, but they're from Rhydaber. Oh, and there's Yllianvarar. He's Eldarin. Inric's family, I think. He hasn't been around for a while, though."