>>60714066"matte! if she hid my stuffs and we kill her, i might not find them! stay here safe, i'll take care of it." I gently push the hag away from the cottage and begin a slow approach. I slip my hand into my hair, where magic shimmer phases a long, wavy dagger into existence, its unnatural edge razor sharp. My one stuffs that can never be taken from me. I try to approach the witch from the back, hopefully I can grab and question her with my kris against her neck.
