The caravan is indeed visible, as a huddle of rounded wagon tops moving slowly over the low crest of the next hill. "She should keep going now that she can see the others," Nectan says cheerfully, and hands the reins back to Kelyn. He hops down and hurries ahead with a wave and another smile, neither of which endears him to Kelyn. She turns back to her other travelling companion - Inric, he called himself. "You're looking for a book?" "That is correct." He speaks very precisely, with just a trace of an accent. She can't place it, but it's not like she's ever travelled before. "What book?" "Form and flow in first stage worlds." Kelyn frowns at the perplexing title. "That's probably not my book." "It is definitely not your book," he says gravely, with just a hint of amusement in his eyes.