Mother Willow

"I assume that I am?" I asked slowly, but Carrie was right about this woman's attitude.

I wonder how I could calm her down?

"It seems that you have your foot in a lot of different things; I heard about you from my daughter. What do you need to do with me?" She asked, looking me up and down again before going to sit on the couch nearby.

"I was hoping that we could speak privately," I said, scanning over the room as I scrambled for thought. The workwomanship and attention to detail in this place were astounding, but that gave me an idea as I pointed at the table between us. It was covered in a thin layer of dust, but since I was currently alone with her, I could use it to my advantage.

"It seems that the table between us is made from Bansquebar wood, a very rare type of wood," I said, getting a sharp glance from Mother Willow.

"Yes, and it is also very expensive; why do you care?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.