"Why?" Inric asks with caution, but Ffion ploughs on with little heed for his vocabulary. "Will you help me rescue Ellis?" "What does 'rescue' mean?" Not that he can't guess. "Rescue, um, I mean..." she pauses to gather her thoughts. "The Bakers' Guild took Ellis away today. They said it was for selling pastries. You remember I told you about the arrangement?" "Yes." "Well, something has gone wrong. Very wrong." She looks worried. "I thought my family would help but now I don't know. I don't know anything."