The next morning, Ffion is just getting ready to leave when Rhodri comes down the stairs, still looking a bit sleepy although he is fully dressed. "Um, Ffion? Um, are you going to the Bakers' Guild?" "That's right." "Do you want me to come with you?" He looks nervous, but the offer is sincere. Ffion smiles. "Oh, no, it's all right. But thanks." "You're going with that foreign wizard, right? So he can magic Ellis away like he did with us?" "That's, mm, certainly a possibility." Ffion can't help touching the little leather case holding the records she'd copied yesterday. "Wish me luck!" she says by way of farewell, leaving him standing in the hall with a confused look on his face.