"Yes," she replied, almost sighing. "Atris has some talents, aside from casting judgment - survival, it would seem, is among them."

She moved closer, and her loss of a hand would become rather more readily apparent. She couldn't remember whether he had known her to be blind or not - her sight had atrophied many years before, and she did not miss it. Frankly, it was a detail she had neglected to even consider.

"There are others, scattered. The task has been set of finding them. Vrook Lamar, Kavar, Zez-Kai Ell. And you, hiding here."