Caretaker frowned. "He was headed this way on a direct course, like he knew where to go." At that moment, it clicked, a mention in Troven's file, added as an afterthought, almost.

"Ah yes, Lorac." It made sense now. "He must have sensed the house blowing up but knew you couldn't be dead, so he started following the bond." Caretaker regarded the man on the floor. "Which led him here . . . and he wouldn't have been careful about hiding his tracks. PHRACK!"

Reality started to bend a little, reflecting just how angry Caretaker was and it was directed soley at the man on the floor.