"But mother!" Yllianvarar protests. "Some boy from a nameless village?! Why him?" "I thought you said he was there to work with the dragon ferrets?" Merianethel says, glancing up at her son but continuing her embroidery. This is far from the first time Anvar has voiced this complaint, and it is getting tiresome. "But we have a Keeper in our clan!" "Yes, Thelarouvien's aunt. I am not surprised that Invar did not ask her." "And there must be plenty he knew from before!" "True, there was one I remember him mentioning," and she smiles at the recollection. "But he was from Sarayan, and he died in the war." "But -" "Why don't you ask him?" "He was away," Anvar says, scowling. "Fetching a book or something." "Well, he should be back by now, I'm sure."