Kiri leaves him in charge of everything and takes Aleko with her. She's closer with Aleko, but Jayce has initiative that Aleko doesn't and is less averse to the idea of running Ardelay business in her absence. Aleko can also draw; he has sketches of the missing prince and can make more.
They cross Soche-Tas, in their own carriage but as part of a merchant convoy that knows the way.
On the far side of Soche-Tas is the little country of Thiyec. Thiyec usually has improbably good weather. People who are less wedded to the culture of Welce than most talk about retiring there.
Thiyec has been getting plenty of rain.
They break off from the convoy and start showing the missing prince's picture to people. People in Thiyec consider nudity no more a remarkable fashion decision than hat-wearing, and it's not a terribly comfortable trip - it doesn't help that only about forty percent of Thiyec's population speaks any Soechin, Kiri's the only one who ever learned Soechin, and nobody in their party knows a lick of Thiyecine.
But eventually, there is a knock on a particular door.
"I would, in fact, seriously advise that you do. There's plenty of water around the estate, but not an actual moat."
"Then do. If you don't want to do it yourself with magic - if you want it lined with stones or what have you - I can recommend a contractor." She downs the last bite of her breakfast. "Shall we go collect the horses and the carriage?"
"Sure," he says. "I wanna pack some things, but it shouldn't take long; would it make sense for you guys to get your carriage and come back for me and my things?"
"I got it," says Aleko. "Doesn't have to be a two-person job." He gets up, fixes something that aesthetically offends him about Kiri's hair, and heads out.
Loel packs some things. He's very quick about it - no time spent dithering about what to bring and what to leave.
"Do you want to make arrangements for the house itself? Sell it, give it to somebody, ask someone to keep it from collapsing in case you have a use for a Thiyecine house later?"
"I'll tell Fiyol he can do what he wants with it. He might decide to pay me; if he does, I'll let him."