Launcher, right, that's what that thing is.
"It was a pleasure to speak with you, Alewer. Perhaps I will cross your path again on my way home."
Telue inclines her head - you couldn't quite call it a bow, even a shallow one - and rises to leave, her luggage hurrying after.

But she doesn't get far before someone steps out and blocks her path, a hunched yet towering figure of inhuman proportions, concealed between layers of yarn.
"Well, well, look what I found." His voice is the cold howling of winter winds. "You made a serious mistake in coming here, traitor."

"I suspect you've mistaken me for someone else-" Telue begins, confused and slightly alarmed.