After going through it all, he decided to give Eva a chance, promptly writing a letter to the local inn where she stayed. The wind mage received it early that morning from the inn owner who had, with her very loud voice, woke Eva up from her peaceful sleep. The owner, a prideful woman in her thirties, looked irritated as she thrust the letter on her face and left. Only half awake, Eva read it through a yawn, folded it, threw it to a side, and took another nap before waking up around eleven. Now an hour later, she was patting the poor farmer’s back, trying to get the grown man to stop crying.
“And then, and then, Eva-chaaan,” he cried, “five of my poor cabbages are gone! My Cathy, Bella, Mary, Ron, and Rina,” he sobbed harder. He named his cabbages? Eva quickly slapped a hand over her mouth. She tried, desperately, to stop herself from laughing her head off at the thought of a man in his fifties going around the field naming each and every cabbage in it. The task proved to be difficult because something close to a chortle escaped her lips and Jim instantly turned to her with a frown. “Is this funny, Eva-san?!” he balled his fists at her, making Eva put her hands up in a surrendering motion. “No, no, not at all, Farmer Jim,” she made it sound convincing enough because Jim simply narrowed his eyes at her and then went on bawling again.
Ten minutes later, he finally calmed down enough to give Eva proper instructions on what to do. She may hide somewhere in the farm and wait for the deer to arrive. Once they do, he said with a malicious grin, kill them and take it back to him. They make amazing soup from what Jim told her and it looked like the man was determined to have it for dinner. “Someone else will be joining you since I put up a request on the board before I remembered about you,” he suddenly dropped it on Eva and her smile faltered for a second. Here she thought she was special since he personally sent a letter to her. She sighed but nodded. “I understand but when are they getting here?”