"He said he had to talk to the boss," Gwyn's sister says. "He was looking very happy about something. But he didn't come home, and I didn't even realise until yesterday morning..." "He didn't come here," Ffion says. "How do you know?" "My brother and I live upstairs. We'd hear anybody who came here, even out of hours." Ffion stands up. "I'm really sorry, but we can't help. Look, I have to get back to work." Shoving her feet into her boots as she steps off the platform, she pauses for one final suggestion. "You could try talking to the city guard." "They won't do anything for us. We're not Guild. Not rich. Oh Gwyn..." Ffion feels awful, but there's nothing she can do either.