Serissa speaks, her voice resonating through the chamber. Small folk. Mirran tells me Harshnag sent you and you seek to help find my father. Her eyes are red. She has been crying. These are dark times. My mother was murdered, my father has vanished, and my court is divided. Nym, her sister, scoffs loudly. We do not need the help of insects, Serissa. This is a matter for giants.