"Hoy! Jory!" The shouts come faintly in the breeze, making Kelyn start. She goes to the edge of the rock and sees two uplanders making their way towards her, one carrying two long sticks. The other waves. "We're looking for Jory!" he yells. "He's here!" "Kelyn, isn't it?" the uplander says with a smile as they approach. "I'm Esel, this is Peran. Some weird hermit told us a tale about Jory being hurt up here." But they can see it's true, and the more taciturn Peran is already kneeling by Jory, checking him over. "What happened?" "I think he fell," Kelyn says, having decided that the truth is better kept until she can talk it over with Jory properly. "I found him when I was foraging."