"No. No, I see I'm wrong, after all," Vera said after a few moments of awkward silence. "Oh, dear, this is confusing. Has the Baron been collecting all young red-heads named, Ellie, then? Do any of you mean to speak to us, or shall we keep throwing conjecture into the air while the baron continues to close in on all of us?"

"One of you mentioned Thrain," says the Ellie with the quarterstaff. "Where is he?"