The liliputian woman sighed, "'Nuff with that Viloet stuff. Just call me Vilo."<br/><br/>"What about right now?" She asked, thumbing her forehead, "Terrance put some sort of curse on me. On me. My<em>body.</em>Who knows what it might do? What if I get too close to a wizard and all that magic gets mixed up together and, like, I uh... end up growing tulips out of my forehead?"<br/><br/>Clearly this was not a subject familiar to the halfling. "...Aren't you a wizard?" She asked, leaning back in trepidation.