"He is a wizard, or something." Arran said as he folded up his new dress and slipped it into his travelling bag. "In Three Streams. I'm heading back there tomorrow. I'll tell him." He pulled his cloak on and swung the bag over his shoulder. He tried a smile at Rachel, but comforting others was not something he'd ever really had to do.<br/><br/>Turning away he started to towards the door, pausing briefly beside Barbara to answer in the same quiet tone: "One Master Jachym."