>>5418489>>5418498>>5418727>>5418735>>5419027>>5419113>Leave her outside. If she breaks anything, the debt would certainly fall to you.“I suppose that is for the best.” You crane your neck to meet your companion’s eyes, who scratches at her nose. “U-uh.. then, please stay here if you would, miss.”
“Fine. Then just one more thing.” Your master removes a glass carafe from her gambeson and, with her eyes shut, raises it to her lips.
The transformation is not as gruesome as one might imagine. A witch of lesser skill might’ve seen to all the gross contortions and painful deformations that such a drastic shift demands, but your master is not a witch of lesser skill. Her transpeciation is natural and gentle, and her rough gambeson flutters off to reveal a pale, lacelike dress beneath that suits her human form.
“There. Better.” Sigrid releases a sigh of relief as her growth creeps to a stop. Her human voice is more deep, commanding of more respect than her halfling tone. The witch regards you haughtily. “Now you’re the short one, hm?”
You can’t help but avert your gaze with a fresh sense of diffidence. Your master is your master, regardless of form, but her present appearance is the GREAT WITCH you’d always sought to someday work with–you can’t even remember the last time you stood next to her like this. She moves ahead of you to the door.
“..LUD?” The witch beckons, rapping on the roughhewn elm front. “It’s SIGRID. I’m here to place an order.”
A shuffling about of roiling glass and tumbling papers sounds off from the other end. “Hmmm.. hmmm.. SIGRID, huh? Yeah, right!” A nasal old voice snorts from behind. “Prove it..!”
“Ugh.” Sigrid rolls her eyes. “Hate when he gets like this..”
>Present yourself as her apprentice. List off all the fun SIGRID facts you know to demonstrate your proof of person.>Be a little more vague. You are representatives from the SAINT AUGUST CONSERVATORY here to place an order.>You are spy gnomes here to take his shoes.>Write-In. 