"What do we do now?" Rhodri turns to Ffion, who is wondering the same thing herself. "Are there any customers left after all that?" First things first. Rhodri opens the door to the teahouse and they peer through at the empty room. Half-eaten buns lie discarded on plates, and the air is filled with the scents of different teas, slowly cooling in their pots and destined to remain undrunk. "No," he says mournfully. "Well, we can't stay open with just us, anyway." Ffion is relieved more than anything else. "What about Heilyn?" "I rather think we won't be seeing him again." "What, you -" "I think he works for the Bakers' Guild," Ffion interrupts. Rhodri gapes at her. "That was their people who took Ellis and Mabon. Although I did think we had an agreement."