Left alone, Inric rests his head in his hands. What a stupid waste! And both of them here against the Accord. He frowns, thinking it through. Chorath-Eledhrin withdrew their claim because of the autochthenes. But they must have known about them long before making it. And Ashan-Gethir made no claim at all, yet were here for ten years before Chorath-Eledhrin arrived? Something did not add up. He is so deep in thought he doesn't notice the small frantic figure of Nikhil until the boy is standing right beside him. "Help! You have to help me!" "What has happened?" "It's Aunt Hian! She's been arrested!"