Viloet arched an eyebrow at the man, then turned her head alternatively between him and Grishka. What had she gotten herself into?<br/><br/>How many women had come and gone before her? Hmm. Given the nature of the job, she didn't suppose that was to be unexpected. Great. More magic. Oh sure, those futurists were always talking about how magic would get to the point where it became sufficiently advanced to do everything from preserve food to enable the common citizen the ability to fly. Ha!<br/><br/>Well. There were worse ways to measure someone, sure. Hesitantly, the halfling looked off to the side as she extended her arms out into the air to embrace the boisterous tailor, a little bit high... he'd have to bend over for it at least.<br/><br/>