"Ah! I've been waiting for you!" A strange figure rises to greet them as they turn into the terrace in front of the Happy Fish. "Oh, I'm sorry," she says, belatedly recognising the figure as Inric's friend, "the Happy Fish is closed." "No, for you. I heard you were a scribe. I would like to employ you to copy books for me." There's an eager expression on their face. "Employ?" Ffion feels out of her depth, but a job is a job. "How many books do you have?" "Not enough!"