"Your family?" Inric asks, picking up on a familiar word which he hadn't expected from what he'd gleaned from her words so far. "Well, they're distant relatives. Ithel who runs the teahouse, he's my third cousin." She leans in, intent, her words faster now. "When Ellis and I came here, my mum arranged it so we would stay with them and work for them. But now..." she looks down. "I think Ithel burgled the apartment today. I don't know what he was looking for, but it's a complete mess. And Rhodri and Gwyn have gone missing. And I think the family have them. I was afraid Ithel wanted to catch me too."