[Pixie Grinder's Compound]

Riddle for the ages. But if Yuvan had to guess, he'd probably postulate that there was sizeshifting involved.

Questions about how two people of such radically different size could have produced viable offspring aside, Yuvan finds himself standing at the gate, casually checking the latch to see if it's locked. Boada seemed to be under the impression that he was going to sneak in, but that... isn't really his preferred method for situations like this.

"Hm." The altmer muses, producing a wooden practice sword and a pair of flasks from his not-pocket. He keeps one of the potions for himself and hands the other, along with the well-shaped stick, to his partner in crime. "You're going to want to drink that." He advises her, gulping down the other potion himself and raising his hands, which have little cinders building in his palms.