[He whirls around, face still angry and hand still fisted around his only real weapon -- he thinks. He'd be bristling if he were a cat. Right down to his tiny bobtail.]
[Who the heck is this? Why does she look like someone from Graves' weird ex-goth metal band? Another witch? There's no territory of his here, so what could she possibly want?]
Tch, doesn't matter.
[When in doubt, be tight-lipped as your mentor.]
What place? This? Nope. No one's decided to speak up.
no subject
[Who the heck is this? Why does she look like someone from Graves' weird ex-goth metal band? Another witch? There's no territory of his here, so what could she possibly want?]
Tch, doesn't matter.
[When in doubt, be tight-lipped as your mentor.]
What place? This? Nope. No one's decided to speak up.