Inric makes his way along the trail left by the wagons, but it is not long before he catches up with them - with one in particular. It is audible before it is visible, a mix of pleading and anger directed at the draft beast, only some of it in Ivoryn. "Oh, come on! Stop eating, you stupid kauro! Move!" When he reaches the front of the stationary wagon, he recognises the small person standing on the platform glaring at him as the one who found the injured man the day before, and one of the two who had been ineffectively spying on him last night. "You again!" she snaps. "What do you want?" "I am looking for a book." "And you think it's here?" "No, I think it is with the rest of the caravan." "Is that what you were doing last night -" her question is cut off by another from the other side of the wagon. "Where's Jory?" "AAAH!" She nearly jumps out of her skin.