Ffion leads Inric through the streets of Rhydaber to a small, nondescript house - nothing like the magnificent Bakers' Guild Hall. "Here we are!" she says, gesturing to the door. "It's late for apprenticing, but there should still be someone on the door." Inside the building, there is a marble tiled hall with a staircase at the far end. A young man is sitting nearby, and as they approach he lifts his head from his book. "Can I help you?" "We'd like to talk to a wizard, please," Ffion says, and Inric is happy to let her do the talking. "My friend here is from far away. He's come to find out about magic." The young man looks dubious. "What, he wants to be an apprentice?" Ffion tries and fails to hide a smile.