Tynan hesitated, trying to put it delicately in the prsence of the boy. Everyone just assumed Adam was his son, and he had never bothered to explain otherwise up untill now. Adam came to the rescue though. "I'm not his son." said the boy, quite unconcerned as he dipped bread into his stew. "And I don't think I can take after my mother, because I don't know where she is, really."

"I found him," Tynan said simply, his voice clearly indicating that this subject of conversation was exhausted. "My name's Tynan." he continued. " And if I told you this any earlier, I think you'd be too angry to really care, am I right? We were hiding from the miners, actually. People needed me in the camp, but no one liked me very much-"

"Wonder why," came a muffled comment from Adam.

"-and after they tasted Araawan blood," Tynan went on, pointedly ignoring Adam. "It probably wasn't a good time to hang around, if they had started making enquiries about Adam, things would have gone hard for us. We came here to hide untill nightfall, untill one of the wolves saw you walking to the camp. And now I don't think we can go anywhere untill we find out what exactly's stalking these mountains."