"All comfortable?" He beams as he settles into a cross-legged position between Inric and Kelyn, and shakes the reins. "I'm Nectan, by the way. And you are?" "Kelyn." "And you are from the Sevi delve?" "Yes. I'm going to Lethey. To collaborate with the finesmiths." "You are the one who found Jory yesterday, right? What happened?" "I don't know. I think he fell. I found him when I was foraging." "I wonder what he was doing out so early?" Nectan's tone is light, easy. "No idea." Kelyn stares straight ahead, more thankful than usual for her dark glasses. "He didn't say anything to you?" "No, he was out cold."