“Well, I mean, I haven’t spent a great deal of time studying feeders, but—” He shoved another slice of apple into his mouth as he bent over the rotting heads, squinting at them. At least he finished chewing before he finished his sentence. “From what I can recall, they normally come from Yvelia, right?” “Yes, of course,” Lorreth answered. “Well, these ones are from Zilvaren.”
