"When Joyce's guest said 'village', I thought that there would just be around 5-6 houses," Kenneth complained as he was standing with his fists on his hips and his eyes overlooking the Stormford village. "But this almost looks like a town! How are we going to find her?"
Damien got out of the carriage and dragged the suitcase from under the seat. "What was her name again?" he asked after putting the suitcase on the ground, beside Kenneth.
"Scarlett."
"Oh, right!" Damien took out the pouch filled with gold coins that he had kept in the pocket of his overcoat before getting off the carriage. And he suggested while pouring out several gold coins on his palm, "Why don't we start with her name? We can try asking around. Someone might know her."
"Mmm… I don't think we have any other option with us." Kenneth agreed while darting his eyes around the countless houses that were standing next to each other in harmony.
