Hian stalks back through Orun, annoyed at the general situation. On her way through the bustling market, her gaze is caught by a stall selling cloth. Along with the bolts of brightly coloured fabric, two small baskets hold headbands and veils. She picks one up, thinking about her soon-to-be travelling companion. "Heading for Tamarai?" the stallholder asks with a bright smile. "What?" "Isn't that what the veil is for? They're very popular nowadays."