"You wouldn't happen to know anything about magic that turns people into tallmen, would you?"
The man in front of her is tall, even for a tallman, but he's familiar enough from past experience that Marcille knows who this is. It's Chilchuck! Well, okay, it's not her Chilchuck, but it's the Chilchuck who runs the tavern she likes so much. Awkwardly, he fiddles with his ears, head ducked so he doesn't accidentally bang his head on any doorframes. Again.
He sighs, peering down at her, "It was interesting at first, but it's really starting to get in the way of my work..."
*She pauses as she looks up at the alternate universe version of Chilchuck, now as a tallman. She freezes in her tracks, emerald eyes wide and cheeks flushed. The tips of her ears are a bright red the longer she stares. And while she knows it's rude, she's not exactly looking away anytime soon.*