>>5887314>>5887317>>5887345>>5887302>This all seems far too suspicious to leave well alone. Enter the room and get a good look at the voice.You decide to follow your gut instincts here. You know well enough that thieves, kobolds, and other bastards of their ilk have set upon the cathedral before. So, in spite of the lady’s shrill yaps at you to stop, you press past the door and make your way through into your master’s bedroom.
The room looks as if a thief really had torn through it. A maelstrom of stray papers carpet the floors, presumably your master’s research notes and old academic journals. A handful of glass bottles with old poison residue still stuck to the bottom lie strewn out overtop the sheets. And in the midst of the mess lies your master–at least, a bit of her.
The woman before you, for all intents and purposes, looks to be your master. She’s got the same keen glare in her eyes, the same platinum nest of ringlets and curls beneath a red hood, the same deadly daggers in hand.
But gone is her elaborate raiment of leather and straps, in its place an ugly red gambeson slung over top a body less than a quarter of her original height–even you now stand a head above her. And from betwixt the nest of curls under her hat, you can make out the characteristic jumbo ears of a halfling. Your master is a human. Right?
“You–I..” Lady Blanchfleur stares agape, her mouth flopping open and shut, her face furrowing into a mix of panic, shock, and rage. “What are you doing, you idiot!?”
>Quickly leave the room. No harm, no foul, right?>Ask to know what’s going on.>Pinch her cheek.>Write-In. 
