"They're not your books yet," Jory grouses. "You said it was someone from the caravan," Kelyn says, ignoring the jibe. He looks away. "I don't know, all right? I just... feel like someone's been watching me all the trip. Like they were waiting for me to try the deal. And when I did..." He trails off. Kelyn scowls. "Someone got that upset over some old books? There was never any problem when it was Grandpa's tokha leaf!" "You don't understand!" Jory snaps. "What?" "Nothing!"