"Yes?" The woman who opened the door to Ffion's knock is dressed in similar fashion to the men who took Ellis and Mabon away. Ffion swallows her nerves. "We've come to see Ellis Rhisiart." "And you are?" "Ffion Rhisiart." "Are you here on behalf of your family?" Inric shifts, glancing behind them. For some reason, he feels uneasy, but he can't see anything obviously out of place in the busy street. "No, I'm here to see my brother!" "Very well." It is a relief to both of them when they are permitted inside. Opposite the Bakers' Guild door, sheltered in a narrow alley, Ithel smiles to himself and settles down to wait.