"Now only the Thysians can make sacrifices and pray." Inric looks sideways at her. Her voice was tight, frustrated and her expression turned inwards. "And they're always keen to find recruits. I mean, they were asked to, after the war. By the council of elders. But I think they're taking it too far." She turns on him, wagging a finger. "They're looking for new recruits at the moment. They'll investigate strangers. And if they find a wizard -" she breaks off, shaking her head. "Just don't let yourself get caught, all right?" "I understand." A long way behind, Nikhil scurries from bush to tree, staying out of sight but - as much as possible - within earshot.