"So you have the book?" Nazarchtharin asks as Ffion disappears into the teahouse. "No, I have not yet enquired about it." Inric pulls one of the stools over and sits down. "Is there a problem? Why do you delay?" "Firstly, I am still learning the language." He holds up one gloved hand to count out the points. "Secondly, I have not yet been able to meet the baker. Thirdly, it is customary to become familiar with someone before making a personal request." "Is that so? Why?" Inric closes his eyes and sighs.