"But why would Heledhrin get involved?" Inric had asked, confused, about the larger clan's decision to back up Chorath-Eledhrin. "I thought it was just a few skirmishes?" Narayedaran had shrugged. "I suppose, but... well, they are related to Chorath-Eledhrin." "But what about Cal-Gethir, then?" And they weren't the only clans related to Ashan-Gethir. "That's what my wyrte is worried about," Narayedaran had said. That had been some time before he had bid his final farewell, the last time Inric had seen him, but even back then there'd been an uneasy feel in the air. Now Inric stares at the text of the scroll kept by the Thysians of Kaleir. It was a certified copy of a claim recept. A claim upon the world of Firthos - clearly Kaleir, because it had the same coordinates. A claim by Ashan-Gethir, dated to the Iron Moon of 1458. Two months earlier than the Chorath-Eledhrin claim. The clerk had signed it on behalf of the office of the Senior Librarian at the time, one Oledharin Ethn-Avarilis Seir-Hathuris of the Heledhrin clan. Inric hunches over, unable to hide his grief and anger and horror. "Honoured wizard?" the padria asks, concerned. But the only response he receives is the sudden shimmer of displaced air and the shock of the empty seat.