>>17907182"Well yeah, but it's a /specific/ kind of witch."
A light blush covers Anina's face as you clarify her 2spooky identification. Talking in her stead like that is the kind of talk that'll get her panties wet in seconds flat.
Cherrim frowns, "Hmm...
that's bad."
That garners your attention rather quickly, "Eh? Why?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39Bk5QvluIQCherrim closes his eyes and shakes his head,
"Witches are the last thing that you'd wanna bring to see the Wallflower. That, and a majority North Havernshire doesn't take kindly to witches..."Anina grabs onto you arm, using her other hand to wipe the gushing sweat off of her forehead, "W-What, what?! D-Doesn't take kindly...T-TO WITCHES?!"
She speaks a little too loud, drawing the attention of some nearby patrons. In both retaliation and in an effort to keep the conversation low, Cherrim slaps her cheek, "Pipe down!"
"O-Okay..."
"Hold up, why does the town hate witches?"
Cherrim takes a sip of the Berry Juice at his table, "Hate? More like stake. I'd skip town if I were you, friend. North Havernshire is ripe with the mentality of the old world and detests witches and hags to the very core. Your wife isn't going to make it out here much longer, especially with her breaking out like that."
The word 'stake' causes some rather bloody thoughts to go through Anina's imaginative mind, where the details are grim, gruesome, and her fate left staked to a bloody T in an evangelical Sinnohian dining room.
>'T-Too, t-too horrifying! N-No, PETRIFYING!'A) "Okay, the town hates witches, I get that, but why does the Wallflower hate witches?"
B) "Well then help me out before they chop her head off! Tell me what you know!"
C) "I'm not leaving until we find the Wallflower, my wife's bacne-covered back flesh is at stake!"
D) Comfort u're wife.
