Viloet grimaced at the words 'Your methods'. That couldn't be good.<br/><br/>As Grishka laced her up, Viloet smiled. Huh. It wasn't practically suffocating her for once! Pretty courteous for an underdeveloped wench... Okay, so maybe that was a little unfair. "Thank you." She said after awhile, turning around and digging her toe into the floor without the means to say anything too pertinent... Well, this is awkward.<br/><br/>The halfling looked down again at the paper, as if there was some script there to resolve unusual social situations. "Uh. I'm not sure where this is. Could you... lead me to the tailor? Or give me some directions at least?" She asked, looking up at the woman.<br/><br/>Viloet waited until Terrance was gone and then stepped closer to the other maid, mumbling,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"Does he make you do that... very often?"</span>