"Sadly, no. I suspect that Iosephus had a way, as I trailed him a way. He greeted them oddly, and they invited him into their hall."
[color=blue]"Oddly, how?"
"I'd go through his belongings to see if he left any clues behind, but I'd rather avoid being shoved by Fiona again," she grumbles. "Shall we be on our way then? I don't wish to intrude on your hospitality, good sir."
[color=blue]"I'm sorry, but that was the best way to get through the regio, was to...more or less fall through. If it will make you feel better, you can push me through on the way out," Fiona says.
He pauses and reflects for a bit, "Well, if I didn't know any better, I would've said he knew them, or knew of them somehow. I wouldn't have any idea how he would know, only the Diedne and giantfolk, and when I say giant folk, I mean bigger giants than they are, go through their lands unmolested."
((The trip back isn't as difficult as the trip in, if it were Fiona would've known how to get back instead of having to suss it out.))
Marcus takes in the conversation, but seems completely distracted by his legs and something else. He has not bothered to sit since his legs were regrown. "I judge a just over 2 magnitudes increase in my power Blacksmith. Is that a correct estimate, Blacksmith?" The Blacksmith nods sagely.
((Magic Aura 10, and this particular boundary area has another +2, for a total of +12 to any magic worked here, in case anyone is keeping track.))
"Well, Fiona... is it within your capability to make yourself a little bigger, and me to match you?"
[color=blue]"I know a spell that can make you half again as big as you are now, but you would still be smaller than I am...and it would do a job on your clothing."
She thinks for a minute. [color=blue] "I should be able to Spontaneously cast a version of that spell that would make you bigger...much than I am now."
((Basically, the MuCo guidelines don't have a "make target size whatever" Guideline – Preternatural Growth and Shrinking uses base 3, which can "utterly change...the size of a person,"and adds a magnitude because the spell lets you grow or shrink the target. I'm thinking that a Spont version that only increases the size to +1 would be a 10, and that to increase the size would be +1 Magnitude for each +1 size. Does that sound reasonable? If so, she would be Sta 3 + Mu 16 + Co 14 + Co 14 (Minor MF) + Aura 12 = 59 + die roll, halved, so she's looking at a 6th Magnitude, or Size +5.))
((And for herself. The same thing. Base 3, +1 for Fiona's size, +2 Sun, makes it a base 10. CT would be Sta 3 + Mu 16 + Co 14 + Aura 12 = 45 + die roll, halved, for a 5th Magnitude, which should make her Size +4.))
"I do not wish to be made larger." Marcus says firmly.
"You can treat me as a prisoner, if you'd like."
((That looks fine for the effect, that'll put you in the 17'-22' size range which is roughly twice the Blacksmith's present size.))
[color=blue]"That's fine," Fiona tells Marcus.
[color=blue]"You might want to take your clothes off for this, Laetitia," Fiona says, [color=blue]"Oh, and lower your Parma when you're ready, please." Once Laetitia's ready, Fiona casts the spell. Target is 30. CT is 59 + die roll of 5 = 64 ÷ 2 = 32. Spot on.
She then rests as she removes her own clothes and armour, then casts the spell on herself. Target is 25. CT is 45 + die roll of 5 = 50 ÷ 2 = 25.
So, Laetitia should be about 18, 19 feet tall and Fiona about 14-15 feet, and Sun duration.
((Yes, Fiona just sponted a 6th and a 5th magnitude spell.))
[color=blue]"Blacksmith...do you have any appropriate clothing for my friend and I, or should we travel the realm in all our glory?"
"I do," he stands and waves his army gently in a sweeping motion and some and togas similar to what he is wearing appear draped over the back of your chairs. Additionally, the Blacsmith and indeed the entire room adjust to your new size. Marcus is positively diminutive. "These garments and your spell should last as long as your stay here requires, much like Marcus's reformed legs."
Laetitia waits for a blanket or something else for modesty's sake, prior to disrobing in front of two men.
"Fiona! This is most excellent! Didn't you try to convince me that you couldn't be Diedne because you were terrible at spontaneous magic?!" she laughs.
She looks down at Marcus, and says, "Puny human! Me want eat. Grr! Lati hungry." She then looks back at the Blacksmith. "Will that be convincing, do you think?"
Marcus says, "in this environment I can achieve 10 magnitudes of penetration on 6 Pila of Fire. I don't think I'm all that tasty, do you?" He smiles as if you've challenged him, but in a manner that conveys it is a playful response.
There is nothing to wear until the Blacksmith creates it, but neither he nor Marcus appear to ogle Laetitia. She can cover her girly bits with her other clothes. The Blacksmith says, in response to your question about size mattering, "It should be sufficient."
"...I meant my acting," she sniffs.
"Then no. The disguise should serve to work for you if they don't get close, and it should keep them from getting close to you, but I seriously doubt you can pull off a covert reconnoiter without having more in depth knowledge of their domain. I think you'll need to engage in more direct action. Iosephus went through their lands, and much like I'm the gateway to get to their Hall, their Hall is also the gateway to get to their lands. It's a complex nuance difficult to explain, and we share little frame of reference for me to convey the proper understanding to you. It may be when you get through to their chief that you can engage in some dialogue, but until then, it is unlikely that your interrogatives will be met with anything other than a club."
Fiona doesn't...she's curious as to what their reaction is. Besides, it's nothing the Blacksmith hasn't seen before 
((Party on, Laetitia!))
[color=blue]"I was," she says with a smirk.
Fiona chuckles. [color=blue]"There'll be time enough to eat him later."
She looks down at her armour and sighs, then folds it up and sets it aside.
[color=blue]"Which way should we be going?" she asks.
"There is but one way to go, or at least one road to travel."
The Blacksmith grabs Fiona's amour. "Allow me to fit you?"
[color=blue]"Please," Fiona says with a smile.
When he's done, she will look at the others. [color=blue]"Are we ready to strike out, or do you want to rest a bit first?"
"I'm ready whenever you ladies are." Marcus replies after Fiona's armored.