The elven woman smirks at that.<br/><br/>"If we wanted harm you, trust me; you would know." Aside from the faint smirk, the woman's face is unreadable as she offers Valen  her arm and leads him into the quaint little farm-house. Almost immediately, the wizard can see that the three women are utterly devoted to their craft; the walls are lined with books, alchemical ingredients, and material foci for the casting of all manner of spells, from the purest of healing spells to the darkest of necromancies. And, judging by the little sign standing against one wall in their kitchen, all those spells have a "reasonable price."<br/><br/>The walk ends before Valen can really get a feel for the space, though, and the elf finds himself in what looks like a perfectly ordinary sitting room. Well, mostly ordinary; rather than having a fireplace along one wall, the sisters seem to have dug themselves a five-foot deep fire-pit right in the center of the floor, and the roof has raised a bit in order to allow any smoke up and out rather than trapping it in. And in front of him, two of the three are already making themselves comfortable in tattered, over-stuffed chairs.<br/><br/>"Please, sit... As my younger sister mentioned, I am Miraim. The blonde is called Sirrae, and our youngest sister is called Helen." As she names them, the elf's siblings each give Valen a pleasant nod; but no word. When one speaks, the others are silent. "And now that you know us, we would know you; Mister ?"