Hian marches on through the streets of Tamarai, Nikhil trotting behind, tying her own mask on. She doesn't want to take the chance of being recognised - "Hian?" A familiar voice. Hian turns, only half-believing. "Rohin?" Then, in sudden irritation, she pulls the mask off. "Oh for goodness' sake! This was a waste of money!" "How are you?" Rohin says, ignoring the mask. "Oh, who is this?" He looks down at Nikhil with a smile. "He looks very much like you -" "Nikhil is my adopted nephew," Hian says briskly. Better to cut that line of thought off as soon as possible. "Nikhil, this is Rohin, who I knew when I lived here." Rohin looks a bit put out at the distinct lack of detail.