Inric looks deeply sceptical. "What?" Kelyn asks, irritated at his attitude to her excellent plan. "I do not think a fire is a good idea," he says in that annoyingly precise way. "Do you have a better one?" she demands. "I may do." He stands up and eases himself out from the table. "I will need to make preparations." "What?" But he doesn't explain, only leaves, his little creature following. "I will return before nightfall," is his final comment. She watches him walk away, frowning, then jumps when Rumo appears at the side of the wagon. "You! What do you want?!"