[The answer makes her reserve judgement. Though all the soldiers she had met in her life had been trying to kill her... It didn't make them all bad.
Weirdly enough the tiny girl, (child, no doubt), who opens the door to the flat above the apothecary doesn't seem bothered at all by his height- a side effect of her own manservant being over six feet himself. She was somewhat used to craning her neck, or others bending down to her level.]
Well met, Julius Visconti. You may enter.
[She swings the door wider to let him in, hanging on to the handle for balance as she does so, her movements accompanied by the swish of skirts and the clicking of tiny, really, impossibly tiny shoes. Once he steps in, he'll be able to see the pigsty for himself- notes and experiments and half drawn magic circles covering almost every area of the room.
Action!
Weirdly enough the tiny girl, (child, no doubt), who opens the door to the flat above the apothecary doesn't seem bothered at all by his height- a side effect of her own manservant being over six feet himself. She was somewhat used to craning her neck, or others bending down to her level.]
Well met, Julius Visconti. You may enter.
[She swings the door wider to let him in, hanging on to the handle for balance as she does so, her movements accompanied by the swish of skirts and the clicking of tiny, really, impossibly tiny shoes. Once he steps in, he'll be able to see the pigsty for himself- notes and experiments and half drawn magic circles covering almost every area of the room.
No one said witches were neat...]