Inric sighs. "I do not think I can help you."
"Any story is fine!"
"I come from a long way away, not your neighbour city."
"Ahl Serin," Orien says helpfully.
"Well yes, your fine colours told me that," Knawan Ysenna says. "But that is all for the better! I have never spoken to an Unfledged from a different city." She turns to her assistant. "Orien, are you ready to transcribe?"
Inric pushes to his feet. "No."