For a long moment, Inric stares at the small figure on top of her dwelling place, defiantly holding the book over her bucket and staring back at him. Then he gives in to the inevitable. It's not even like she's asking for anything unreasonable. "I accept your commission," he says. "I will do what I can to find out what you want to know. I will tell you only the truth. I promise." She gives him a wary look, but to his relief, she stops holding the book over the bucket. "I suppose you had better come inside," she says. "The village is some way away, but I don't want anyone seeing you here."