Orien takes refuge in the cradling branches of a tree not far from one of the smaller, less travelled platforms. for once, she chose a position for its accessibility, assuming that the traveller isn't going to be much of a tree climber. It is not long before a chirrup below alerts her of his wyrbeast's approach. The little creature stares up at her intently as she turns round on the branch and watches Inric's approach.
"This is what you're looking for, isn't it?" she asks, holding up the book. The wyrbeast starts scrabbling at the tree. "How is Tiero doing?"
Inric pauses by the base of the tree and looks up at her, ignoring his wyrbeast's antics. "He has begun his work. It appears to be going well."