"Southwest," he murmured. "A kindly wind, but sometimes wet." Turning to Timoken, he said, "I don't have an answer for you, but perhaps I'll try and dream one if we get some peace." "Thank you." Timoken knew that Eri was a great wizard. Answers were a favor and he shouldn't ask for too many. Yet there was someone he hadn't mentioned, someone he hadn't seen for a while, but whose memory was as fresh as though she were sitting before him at that very moment. The wizard bunched the top of his cloak around his neck and rubbed his hands. He gave Timoken a thoughtful"