Terrance quirked a high brow at Viloet's outburst regarding his operation. It was rude, unnecessary, and the comparison she made was highly inaccurate! Perhaps he had misjudged her open-mindedness. No, this was the typical reaction he had to deal with, and his face said as much. "Kill you? No. That's too much paperwork." He seemed to be blocking the way out and guestured back downstairs, whether or not the woman wanted to go. "Adding you to my production line is out as well. You may be large for a halfling but your output wouldn't be worth the investment."<br/><br/>Upon reaching the ground floor of the chamber, doorways not readily apparent from the stairwell extended into yet more chambers. "I don't merely collect and export, you see. I go to great lengths ensuring that all the standards for 'traditional' milk are exceeded." True, the place was beyond cleanly. Near spotless. Certainly scores moreso than the library had been. "And while as you've stated Malchanceux is certainly not at a loss for the cow population, it certainly is strapped for cow's milk. I purchase a majority of it, and even have to import some, to dillute the mixture. You may have noticed milk, butter and cream being slightly sweeter some two years ago." He bowed with a bit of a chuckle. I freely admit guilt.