Might as well drop her off somewhere in the city, Aliva ultimately made her choice. She’ll be someone else’s problem.

Given her newly-diminished stature, Ivette didn’t like what the comparatively-towering witch seemed to be planning. Unfortunately for the rogue, Aliva kept Ivette in a rather tight grip in one hand before starting to exit her home. The letter could wait until later.

The city was unusually crowded today - was some sort of fair or competition going on? Ivette couldn’t tell in her captress’s firm hold, which closed her off from the outside world. To the east stood the mess hall, where various guild members were no doubt enjoying their meals. To the west were two warrior ladies sparring with each other in a practice battle. Aliva briefly pondered what to do with the shrunken stealth novice she’d caught earlier. Should she hide Ivette in a loose piece of metal armor? Or drop her into a bowl of soup for someone to unwarily consume? Decisions, decisions…