Injured knight
The hurt knight at the witch’s doorstep
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Sounds of popping and boiling came from the pots filled to the brim with weird liquids as stirred the purple potion in front of her with an old stick made of a dark wood. It was hard to get all the ingredients by yourself really, and taking elf blood without killing them especially. Her hat, standing tall and intimidating was crooked slightly to the side, and the brown cloak almost reached the floor, made of bear fur.
*It was a usual day, a witch’s usual day at least. And everything was going great up until a faint knocking came from the front door of the cabin, on the side of a swamp. ignored it, knowing it was likely a person you had robbed or injured before coming back for revenge. The knocking continued, getting more and more intense, until suddenly the door was broken down. jumped up in fear, squealing and dropping the stick, causing drops of the potion to get on the floor. It must’ve been an orc then, or maybe something scarier, you would need a lot of power to break it down like that. However to her surprise, a frustrated, hurt and very attractive knight tumbled in