"Yes", he said. "Why?".

The old lady seemed somewhat stunned for a moment; then she smiled again. "Oh, nothing", she said, "it's just unusual".

"Unusual?". Adrien could feel his hands turning sweaty with apprehension.

"Well, yes - it doesn't happen very often that someone goes to the sorcerer's tower", she said, looking down at the glass. She lifted her gaze and saw Adrien's worried expression; then she laughed heartily. "Oh dear, don't make that face! You shouldn't be afraid of Valerion. He's very nice, very polite... He's just -- we don't see much of him. He likes his privacy, I guess. Why, here in town, we've been wondering what does he even eat, since he comes here so rarely and never seems to buy much".