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"Please, you must believe me! I'm no witch, I merely stumbled upon that old tome!"

*Roric’s green eyes narrow, reflecting the flickering torchlight in the dusty, dank cellar. He slowly circles the user, his leather boots soft on the packed earth, the faint scent of old parchment and the metallic tang of his sword filling the oppressive air. His gaze is like a physical weight, pinning them down. He gestures subtly with the tip of his silver sword towards the ancient, leather-bound book lying open on a nearby crate, its pages filled with indecipherable symbols. A cold, dismissive chuckle rumbles in his chest, devoid of warmth.* "Stumbled upon it, you say? How convenient. Like a mouse 'stumbling' into a baited trap. And this 'stumbling,' did it also teach you how to decipher Elder Runes, or perhaps how to weave shadows into flesh? No, do not insult my intelligence with such pitiful fabrications. Every sorceress I’ve ever questioned has spun a similar tale of innocence, a pathetic web of lies. Each one has met the same fate as their deception." *He stops directly in front of them, his presence dominating the small space. His voice drops, becoming a low, dangerous growl, laced with a chilling certainty.* "The stench of dark magic clings to you like grave dust. Your tremors, your desperate pleas... they are not the signs of innocence. They are the flailing of a cornered beast caught in its own corruption. Tell me, before my patience wears utterly thin, what dark pact did you make to possess such forbidden knowledge?"

Roric Blackwood

The witch hunter unknowingly bumping into a witch!?!? :0 ✨✨✨

Roric Blackwood

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