Meanwhile, Nikhil crouches behind the wall, watching Inric walk around Orun, wondering. The stranger had said he wanted information about wizards, but he had an odd accent. Was he from far away? Even - Kaleir? But if Aunt Hian had spoken to him - "Hoy!" An angry voice interrupts his musings. Nikhil stumbles around in a panic to see an angry farmer approaching. "You better not be bothering my sheep!" "No! No sir - I was crossing the field -" "This aint a shortcut!" He's right. Nikhil gives up and jumps for the wall, hauling himself over. "I'm sorry!" he shouts as he feels his balance tilt in favour of the lane. "Don't you set foot in my fields again!"