MORNING: Pontagar’s chamber. LENTHIC: Good morning … PONTAGAR: Mmm. LENTHIC: What? You look like … I don’t know. Something on your mind. PONTAGAR: Oh … nothing important. I just … did you see Cirina dancing last night? LENTHIC: My eyes were on someone else. PONTAGAR: Yeah, well … what do you think of her? LENTHIC: What, do you think she’s prettier than me or something? PONTAGAR: Heh -nobody is, Lenthic. I just feel kind of … bad, somehow. Not sure why. LENTHIC: Oh gods, Pontagar, she’s just a woman, not like she was someone we have to care about. She’s not even Fire Tribe. She’s visiting from the Bear Tribe or Wolf Tribe – something like that.