Inric and Ffion return to the hall of the Rhisiart manse at midnight. Ffion glances around as the shimmers in the air die away, but nobody is there. No alarm is raised. She breathes out, then starts slowly for the stairs to the balcony.
"Funny," she murmurs to Inric as they reach the first floor. "I thought there'd be guards. But I'm sure this is where they'll be." She turns to the first door, painted in shades of blue with delicate flowers on. "Can you unlock the doors?"
"Yes." He stares thoughtfully at the doors, but Ffion doesn't get the chance to ask him about his magic because at that point an unwelcome voice intrudes.
"I thought you might try something like this," Ithel says, leaning against the pillar with a smirk.
"I could let you go. If you make it worth my while." As though she and Inric couldn't leave whenever they wanted. Ffion seethes with irritation.