"I thought you didn't know who it was?" Kelyn points out. Jory waves a hand at his own hair. "It's not exactly a distinguishing feature. Anyway, what's he doing?" "Looking for something?" Kelyn squints at the shadowed wagon. "Isn't that the patterner wagon? Oh, are my books in there?!" She starts forward, but Jory grabs her shoulder. "No!" "How -" "Don't! Don't go near there! It's dangerous!" "But he -" Kelyn stops. There's nobody by the wagon. "He's gone..." Neither of them notice the watcher behind them, whose form and white hair are concealed behind another of the wagons.