"Wait," Kelyn says, frowning. "Isn't he with you? The, uh, hermit?" "Never seen him before in my life!" Esel grins, and waves a hand over his head. "And I'd not forget that hair easily!" "He's hurt his head," Peran announces from behind them, "but it looks like nothing else serious. Here, Esel, you get his feet." Kelyn turns to pick up her bag as the two uplanders manoeuvre Jory onto the cloth stretched between the long poles. They make their way down to the caravan in silence.