"Th-the only pervert around here is you!" Liseran said. She scowled as she jabbed a finger into Valen's chest. "Tu es un idiot!"
Valen surprisingly turned and got huffy when he defended himself by saying he wasn't planning to help. Liseran arched an eyebrow but quickly returned to being mad herself.
"Y-you and your obsession with stories!" she scoffed. "These are real people at stake, not characters in a book!"
The girl drew out a long breath and turned away.
"Well, if you're not going to help, you won't have to worry about me then. Feel content to send those vegetables on their way and--"
"Here are the supplies!" the farmer's wife said as she came around. She had a basket ready and placed it in Valen's hand. "The letter mentioned it would be using credit, so I guess no cash will be needed."
"And you don't have to worry about investigating, young miss," the farmer said as he came up. "We appreciate the help but we'll be fine for now. Besides, not much folk like farmers and servants can do, right?"
The farmer merely smiled and raised a hand.
"If you ever run into the folk that used to be in the Veiller manor, give them our regards," he said. "They were really kind to us. We'd like not to burden their estate."
Liseran let out a small sigh as she put her hood back up.
"I...very well," she said. "Thank you for your help."
Now that Valen had his supplies, he'd notice there were still a few things on the list that he'd need from the town proper. Liseran, meanwhile, was starting to walk uphill.
Liseran looked at Valen, frowning.
"So where are you heading now?" she said.