Sunspire Mountains Professor Universe

"Well, I offered you a fair trade - food for information on my family tree up to the seventh generation," Dwin reminded, talking slowly and with a patience one reserves to old people or babies. She had figured by now that the lady in front of her did not pick up things as quickly as other people she had met along the way - which could be due to age. After all, if Eljay - her dad - got stiff and creaky joints and therefore could no longer play for hours - couldn't the same kind of deterioration happen to one's brain? Perhaps, Honorable Lady Pukington was suffering from brain... arthritis? 

"Well, you are the one, who stopped me and started to talk to me," she said and paused, waiting for this fact to sink in. "And then you told me that I looked odd, then told me to shut up, then wanted to know, if you were fat, offered hot - disgusting - soup, and now - again you ask, why am I here talking to you," she summed up the netto weight of their encounter. "So - all in all - I could ask you the very same thing," she finished and just in case the old lass had forgotten, what she had asked, Dwin was happy to oblige and repeat. "So - do you have a business here or do you simply stop strangers and weird them out for fun or as a hobby?"