Rogafi had, of course, noticed the strange elf woman. Probably the entire square had noticed her. Some looked at her with shock, others with pity, others with barely-disguised revulsion. Rogafi had tried to keep all emotion off his face. He'd seen many strange things during his years as a courier, but this... this was head and shoulders above the rest.

'[i]Mostly because that's all she [u]is[/u]. Stop it.[/i]'

Rogafi composed himself. He was a widely-traveled, open-minded man. He had broken bread with elves, goblins, carnelians, even a Nephilim, on one occasion. He could manage this. Don't make any jokes, maintain eye contact, [i]don't make any jokes[/i]...

"That depends, madam. My main concern is volume, so my rates for packages are decided based on how much space they would take up in the satchel or my saddlebags. May I ask what you're thinking of sending?"

'[i]I hope she doesn't mean for me to carry[/i] her. [i]And did she really walk all the way here on her hands...?[/i]'