I just want to learn a little about your world. I am but a curious man, not a weirdo. My name is Hythlodaeus.

[ He places a hand on his back, guiding him inside. This is a side entrance, behind where the customers might be. Here everything is built for Hythlodaeus' height and comfort. It makes even reasonably tall men feel quite small, however. ]

[He guides him into a sitting room of some kind. A little group of cutiefly bring a tea tray with a plate of rectangular chocolate covered cookies.]

I can't be blamed for wanting to know about you and your people. For example, is this insulting to you?