The size of castle's resident doesn't phase Potemkin. Potemkin can stare the Knight right in the eyes, a fiery determination searing from the eye hole of his helmet, even if he has to look up several feet to do it.

"That's an odd question to ask, because it is my directive to ask what matter of business is going on here?

This place is off the map, unregistered, but is highly active with magic intrusions. Declare your intentions, and if you have nothing to hide I'll leave in peace."