Makalaure sighs in mingled relief and exasperation when he finally locates Alice. It isn't so much the climbing (she's hardly worse than the silvan and sindar elflings, most of whom may as well be part squirrel), but more the fact that she's picked the shelf with all the art supplies, and the thought of her falling and bringing everything down with her gives him cold shivers.

"There you are little butterfly. And how did you get up there, hm? Will you come down now Alice? We are going to be drawing soon, won't you come and join us?"