Her answer gave a bit of relief to Adrien; he thought that it would make nothing but sense that Valerion would be rarely seen in the village - as a master sorcerer, he probably got his food through some magical means, and he probably had other channels through which he gathered his supplies - besides, he doubted there would be much of use to him to be found in such a tiny village. As to why he would have few guests, Adrien imagined it would be easier for Valerion to meet his colleagues at magical conferences held elsewhere than for his colleagues to come visit him in his remote residence, days away from the nearest city. However, he didn't feel like explaining much of this to the old lady, so he chose to smile and say softly, "Maybe he grows his own food with the help of magic?".

"That might be it", she said, seemingly satisfied. She then looked at Adrien, who still had a somewhat worried expression on his face, and quickly added: "Darling, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you - as I said, although we don't see much of him, he really doesn't seem like a bad sort".