"Hey, have you seen Heilyn? He was here a few moments ago." Ffion pokes her head into the kitchen and starts in surprise at the new face there. He's holding a basket full of Ellis' pastries and seems vaguely familiar. Ffion squints at him, then remembers. "Oh, you're from the Flying Fish, aren't you? Do you need something? "I'm just here for the regular collection," he says. Ellis is looking shifty. "Collection?" Then the door bangs open and Rhodri rushes in. "Ffion! The guards are here!" "The city guards?" "No, the Bakers' Guild!" "What?" And there they are, two burly men in sleeveless tunics, standing calmly behind Rhodri, who backs away from them, towards Ffion. Their very calmness is unnerving. The Flying Fish worker lets go of the basket and backs away from the table surreptitiously as one of the guards speaks. "We've come in response to information about contraband pastries."