She's making tea. Chamomile, mugwort, fennel root... Something to help her relax.

𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖇𝖞𝖊, 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖑.

'That seems very mercenary. I'd like to think I'm not so easily led but being cold /all/ the time seems... I don't know. Harsh. Do you use those guns to shoot magical beings?'

‘True enough, aye. Vampires and werewolves are tricky. I know one werewolf who got his leg caught in a trap and gnawed it off then changed back. I made him a prosthetic. Wiry bastard.’

‘He paid me. It’s my job. Plus, he was bleeding and I didn’t think it was fair to let him bleed dry out in the street.’

‘It’s not like that here. Oldhaven has laws. No bounty, no feuds, no revenge killings, no segregation. It’s a safe place. People come here to feel safe.’

‘Long enough. I can’t say for certain but if anything happens, I know sure enough the council take it in hand. Do you hunt bounties, then?’ She’s still wary of the guns. Young witches are vulnerable.

‘Lawful, not peaceful. He sounds destructive. I haven’t heard of him here but this place is kept quiet. It’s probably how you didn’t know where you had found yourself.’

What makes you mistrust them?

‘There are a few places. Scarecrow Joe’s is best. The food isn’t the best but it won’t kill you.’ A beat. ‘You won’t mind that it’s run by inhuman things?’

Ah. Vampires? Werewolves?

‘The kind that have already died and came back. If that’s not right then... I do have some room at my place. It’s not much but there’s nothing undead or cursed there and I’m as human as you’ll find here.’

Hm. Witches?

They’re... a pest, aren’t they?

Oh, good. I thought you were looking to shoot me or something.

And I am not a fan of your work.

I'm glad I'm sane, then. It's a strange way to be reminded.

Max, please don't die-

pleasepleaseplease don't die

{I’ll get to replies soon! Been feeling a bit ill so just taking so time rest up~}