"That's the only information I have." She lifts her glasses, holds them to the light and peers through them to check if they're clean. She makes a sound after deciding it is satisfactory and slips them back on. When she looks at him, her eyes don't shy away from meeting his own. Directness is also something she values. "What I mean to say is... there is little information known about the landlord."

Not for lack of trying. She'd attempted to pursue a line of question on multiple occasions only for him to be as vague as possible in response or drop the conversation altogether. She'd attempted to meet him, as well.

"He lives out in the forest, the trek being a several hour journey. The last I attempted to make my way there, the person who was going with me did not bring supplies. While there is no particular danger out there that I am aware of, dehydration can also be deadly." She'd brought more than enough water, but there wasn't enough to sustain the both of them. Especially since they had to actively cut away brush and excessive foliage and the path eventually disappeared. It was easy to lose your way out there. "I have a theory that he's a subordinate. I'm not sure how true it rings."