Chuckling a bit at her remarks, Valen looked around for a moment for a quill and an inkwell, then to write down his name with fine calligraphy, his writing easy to read and follow. It had to be, he had learned about languages and through it, about documents, just in case he needed to understand languages he might come across, and among them was also how to write good, understandable scrolls if he ever happened to want to make some to use for anyone else than himself.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, as he looked at her then after signing his name down he listened to the thoughts she had in mind, whistling slightly. "Alright, it does sound to me like there's some strange things going on indeed. Well, the goblins with their lips sewn shut sounds bizarre to me, I think the buggers like laughing out loud at people too much to do that kind of thing that limits their own cruelty, but I could go and have a look into it." He nod and looked at her seriously. "Maybe then take a look at the Grippli. I have no real know-how about farming, I can look at it after those two if its still up but I would like to first do something I think I can answer to you about, and if I took that first I might return without results. Hardly a way to impress a lady."