Suyan stared. She said, < I ran because someone was chasing me. >

She couldn't say how many people, just that there had been more than one, pounding after her in the dark.

< Who? > Hawk prompted.

< I don't know. > The face had been masked and hooded, the hand that stretched out towards her from the darkness nondescript.

< But this is some of it, > Hawk said, gesturing at the running feet, the reaching figure. She looked up at him. < Can you remember more? >