"I found your book," Hian says, after she has reached the ground. The wizard takes it from her, and pauses as she unfolds the cloth bag. "And these." He scrutinises the few small bits of jewellery she found, and frowns. "But this - this is not from Chorath-Eledhrin," he says. "These are from - Ashan Gethir?" "Ashan-Gethir," she says at the same time as him, confused by his puzzlement. He turns away. "You may keep them all," he says. "But - the families -" "There will be no returning these." He pauses to look back at her, the air starting to shimmer around him. "No obligation remains."