"What are you doing here?" Hian demands, when she is close enough to be sure. "Is it books again?" "I need information," the wizard says. He's wearing a hooded cloak this time, some sort of attempt to hide his features. "About what?" Hian folds her arms, suspicious. "When we spoke two days ago, you said that the clan here was Ashan-Gethir," the wizard says. "There are no records of their being here. I want to understand this discrepancy. You said that there was a market for wizard artefacts in town. That suggests there may be more information." Hian sighs. "This isn't the town I meant. You can't - ugh."