[ Her company is a rather grim-looking phantom, one that does not seem to be interested in trying the candy for himself. In fact, it appears that the (allegedly) benign nougat is, unfortunately, on the receiving end of a rather scrutinizing stare.
That is, until she asks about its flavor.
His gaze raises to her face, watching him sharply. ] You would trust a witch, maiden?
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That is, until she asks about its flavor.
His gaze raises to her face, watching him sharply. ] You would trust a witch, maiden?