>>5421767>>5421775>>5421845>>5421864>Talk to Mr. Cornwall about her.As your master attends to parchment with her scrawl, you approach the glassblower. The owlish man sits atop a half-made stool, idly examining a jar in his gloves. “Ah.. mister CORNWALL, correct?” You prod, peeking over his shoulder. “What’s that?”
“A jugga’ old milk. I want to grow a homunculus. They make good body guards. Better meat shields than golems, that's for sure.” He pats the bottle of curdled milk before he sets it back on the cluttered shelf. It seems to gurgle in response. “Now.. the secret agent with the DRAGONNADES, right?”
“A-ah.. yeah. Sorry.” You sheepishly rub the back of your head.
“You’d do well not to invoke the DRAGONNADES again. There’re some wizards in this hole that’d do far worse than a bullet in the head for a prank like that.” Lud leers at you. “Now what is it you’re after? You here for your own custom bottle, or just tagging along with mommy on her shopping trip?”
“Actually, MISTER CORNWALL, I thought to ask you about my master. It seems you two have some history.” You glance back to the witch, who’s set on a pair of glasses to read the fine print of the paper. “She’s rather reticent, and I just thought it might do me better to serve her if I knew more about her, or–”
“Ah, ah. I see. Say no more.” He raises a hand. “Always happy to slag her off. What’ll it be, then? What she did before she was the big, scary great witch you see now? What friends, if any, she even has? Her three sizes?”
>What do you ask about? 