You sigh in resignation as the lordling saunters into the shop. Ever since the trip to the Phildro estate you have given up on avoiding them, while they have given up any pretense of coming to shop for any reason but to talk to you. As they approach you, you appreciate that at least they stopped wearing that dreadful perfume.

Over the last couple of weeks you have been able to deduce that the lordling saw your “weirdness” with the hammer that day in the market. You think you have convinced them that they must have been seeing things and they definitely haven’t seen any of your other “weirdness,” but they still show up every couple of days with more questions.

Today’s questions feel more blunt, maybe even on the verge of desperate. You answer them the same as all of the questions before. When the lordling finally does leave it is late and there is a sense of finality when they finally say goodbye.