The remainder of their jaunt through the wilderness is, mercifully, uneventful. They pursue the Orthon tracks, off and on, for several miles, but there is no other sign of the devil or its prey. No sign of Kion's home or companions appears, either, and when the time comes to return to the city, Zevlor promises to personally attend to his care.

Elturel is a bright city. Much of the stone that makes up the place is white, and with the Companion shining overhead, the effect as they arrive is rather like snow in bright moonlight. Zevlor sees the stabling of his horse, but after that he hesitates. Usually he would file his reports before anything else, but with Kion there he feels as though he should find a place for him first.

After a moment's thought, he relents, and gives brief orders to a few of the Hellriders standing guard, promising to rise early. Then he leads the young elf up a set of stairs and into his personal quarters, a series of tidy rooms, furnished mostly with practical things, books, and one or two plants.

"I don't exactly have a guestroom," he admits. "But there's a chaise in the library, one of us can sleep there."