Speak to the woman

"Yes?" You say innocently to her.

"Don't say 'yes?' to ME, girl!" The buxom woman says, with finely oiled hands on hips. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Well, where are your ears?"

"Er...what?"

"Your ears!! Where are your ears?!?!" She yells at you.

"My...my ears??" Your hands rise up to touch them self-consciously.

You remember back when you were just a little girl of 5 years. You had a pair of ears that were the source of much pain and suffering. In short, they were huge. You probably could have kept the rest of your face in the shade with those ears. The children in Gutandor called you 'flappy bunny', because your ears were so much bigger in comparison to the rest of your skinny body. You were mortified, and spent many a day wearing a hood or a hat.

This teasing continued for a long time until you finally grew a pair of something else...which was MUCH bigger than both your ears or the rest of your body. Then the insults stopped and the flirting started, which honestly wasn't that much better. But you've never really gotten over the teasing, and ever since then you've been very sensitive to what anyone says about your ears.

"What's wrong with my ears?!" You bark back defensively.

"You stupid girl, they're normal! Why aren't they in Elven shape?"

"...huh?"

The woman sighs, like she's dealing with an autistic child, and grabs you by the hand. "I'm going to let it go this time, but I don't want to catch you this way again. Come on, we'll get you fixed up!"

Follow the woman by the hand, you are led down several flights of stairs and eventually led to a small room. The room is mostly bare, with a small table in the middle and an even smaller cot in the far corner. Sitting at the table is an old crone, looking down at some scrolls.

"Maeve!" The woman, says to the elderly lady, "I need you to re-enchant some Elf ears. This damn girl lost them somehow."

The crone didn't respond, she didn't even look up. You think at first that she's just deaf, but slowly the old lady raises her head and faces the other woman. "You can't just lose magic. It has to go somewhere, or else it wasn't there to begin with. So it must have been your fault."

"Not this again...just do it, alright? I have another dozen girls complaining about wages and rank, and I don't have time for arguments." She pushes you into the room and storms out, slamming the door behind her.

The old magician smiles, and beckons you to come closer.

"Don't mind her, child. She's just trying to do her job. Let's see about those ears shall we?"