'Magistrate Zebulo sent you? He is either shrewd or foolish to send an outsider to help me.'

She shakes her head.

'I mean you no offence. It is just not a simple matter.

'When the Kindred of the Coins took control and freed us from the yoke of tyranny, many of the Haradrim fled lest they suffer the wrath of our new rulers. Some warriors of Ordâkh begrudgingly left on their ships; others made mischief in the outpost; more still set up a camp on the outskirts of the city.

'For a time I called one of them my love... but no longer! And in leaving, the knave stole something precious from me!

'I am ill-equipped to hunt him down. I have also heard that they are being bold enough to capture folk who venture too near Grijâti, their encampment to the south. That is where Gunjík will be hiding.

'Can you help?'