402 Agreeable

The old woman gave Wolfe a toothless grin.

"I guess some Demons do have a sense of propriety. I'll just be thankful that you stopped off here first and didn't go straight to the big city and meet the Grand Dutchies first. Good work there, by the way. We're glad to have so many fine people join our little village. Especially the men."

"Oh, did you take a fancy to one of them yourself? Or perhaps one of your granddaughters did?" Wolfe joked.

The old woman's smile never changed, but one of the younger women blushed a rather bright shade of red.

"Oh, so that's how it is. Congratulations. I will have to see if I can send something your way for the wedding. When is it planned?" Wolfe teased.

"They were arranged partners since they were children. But now that they're both back in the village, there is no reason that I have to wait for great-grandchildren anymore." The Elder declared happily.