So her search had been fruitless, and she could hardly see a reason that he'd be giving her false information. Finishing replacing most of the books, Ziio gave a short little nod of acknowledgement as she considered what the next plan of action was to be.

He'd mentioned a transit centre, which she could take an educated guess at what it might be. And headmasters, which sounded akin to Oiá:ner, from an objective perspective.

"I will do as you suggest," she agreed to him as she turned fully to view him.