"You're not here for the convocation, are you?" Ffion glares at Inric. "I should have guessed. But I saw you do magic!" He flinches back from her ferocity. "So what's going on?" "I am from far away," he says, trying to find the words to explain when he's not actually sure why she's upset with him. "I am not in the Wizards' Guild. I want to know about magic." The carefully constructed phrases work. Ffion grins, apparently mollified, and jumps up from the wall. "Oh well, do you want to see the Wizards' Guild Hall? Come on!"