Soon after, as if she was expected, the door opened. There stood Bella, a middle-aged woman in simple black robes with unkempt, frizzled black hair. She easily stood a foot less than Dymiira, and it didn't help that she was hunched over like some troll.<br/><br/>"Eeeh? What do<em>you</em>want?" Bella demanded, gritting and baring her teeth as she narrowed one eye at Dymiira. The old woman soon thereafter hobbled back into her living room and began tending to her rabbit stew.