Tynan gave a slight smile at the man who had extended his hand, though even before he could take it, the hand was swatted away. As the old man pointed, Tynan turned to look at the pyre, twinkling in the distance. "I have no idea." he replied with every appearance of honesty. It ptobably wasn't going to be a good idea to let on about Feather. And what kind of a name was Arumshade anyway? "Why does it matter? It's just a pyre."