Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27235572-20150808035549

Quinn peered at Lazarus, terrified. This person was definitely a witch. A witch. While Quinn knew that witches existed (obviously), they weren't the primal witches of old, the ones who dabbled in forbidden arts. This woman in front of her was the real deal.

Gulping, Quinn examined her surroundings, looking for anything she could use as a distraction. She knew that any sudden movements would provoke the witch, so she simply stared at her, not sure what to do. Quinn couldn't pull out her rocks because the witch would notice, her knifes gleamed and the witch would spot that and her magic was too unpredictable to use properly.

So, Quinn used the only weapon she had: her words. "I'm s-sorry, Madam Sorceress, but w-we are n-not food. I know y-you must be u-upset that we are s-supposedly ruining your h-home, but I promise t-that wasn't intentional." She curtsied, smiling politely. "I-I can't speak for m-my friend here, but I-I'm very sorry. T-this has all j-just been a mishap. M-may we go now?" It was such a sweet speech, but Quinn knew in her gut that it was simply just a brief distraction for Calli to make a food.