Tristan stood nailed to the ground, utterly confused. She was here because... she wanted him to read a letter? ... She didn't look that old. Surely, she had fallen under compulsory education, though Tristan knew there were still children who slipped through the net. Perhaps she was just mentally ill. He had wondered that before.

"Shush," he automatically responded to Pippa. He looked at the two pounds. So the little fiend had taken them after all. Then he looked back at Vigdis. "You're asking me to believe that you broke into a home to have a letter read? You'll have to do better than that." He slowly moved in the direction of the table.