"A local guide," Ty corrected him. "We were a Seven, yes. That is a grouping that we create on special occasions, when we need a formal delegation." What he said next was guesswork, but he needn’t worry about being contradicted at this point. "The old Ivyn who is now dead—Doc, we called him—suspected that you were down here. He came down to investigate, and he did so as part of a Seven. Befitting its importance."