The fire crackled. Krenen, Afena, and Irimena's sitting figures were bathed by the orange, gloomy light of the flames. No one spoke a thing because Afena had asked them for silence as she organized her thoughts. The night was cold, but it did not snow. Safe within the wards the Inarenta had placed, none of them feared what dangers may lie lurking in the darkness beyond the light.
"I will impart my lore to you," she finally said. "As far as I can tell, you will not misuse it."
"Why?" asked Krenen. "What's change your mind?"
"The fact that an ubtir obeyed you."
"Then you can't make them obey you?" aske Irimena.
"No. No Inarenta, that I knew of, was ever able to control ubtirs with the first language."
"But what does that have to do with teaching Krenen the lore? I thought you wanted it to disappear."