"Mary," the woman replies, with a smile. "Oh, and don't worry about that. It's not like it's a big deal. You're in good company." She lifts her hand out of the water, revealing a small patch of reddish scales, on the back of her hand, and snaps her fingers. Nothing happens, so she tries again, three more times, before a small flame starts to burn from her thumb. "My grandmother was from down here, and I've grown up in this town all my life. Mistress has been good to me. And that was probably Illistria. She's a good one, very friendly, in more ways than one, if you know what I mean," she says with a slight laugh. "I'm the head maid, around here. I keep the candles lit, the room straightened, the floors swept, all that sort of thing. If you're ever in need of something simple, like clean linens, just find me or one of my girls, and I'll make sure we get that settled for you, right away."