Angus had been unaware that the quality of the produce and meat he brought to the house was being evaluated by Vela. But he didn't mind when she requested a meeting with the farmer that he dealt with. So when he went to do his weekly run he helped load up on the cart and the two made their way out toward the farmland around Whitby. They trundled down dirt roads, stone and wooden fences running alongside them marking off the various farms they passed. They finally came to one that was modestly sized but clearly well-tended and as they made their way up the drive an older man comes out to greet them.

"Hey there Mister Mclean." Angus greets the man who lifted his hand and responded. "Ha thare Angus. Crakin' tae see ye, wha is this bonny lassie?" The old man gives Vela a friendly smile his brouge thick and hard to understand even compared to Angus.