"Hmm...still, we will need to find another way to secure them."

The board hadn't mentioned where to take any witches that were causing this trouble. Was there a jail cell or the like that they can hold them for the time being...?

He glances up at the comment, then over to the nearest splatter of paint. "Now that you mention it, I think you're right." Stepping closer, he crouches down lower to inspect the puddle. Then, grabbing one of the witches' discarded broom, he carefully dips the end of it into the paint.