The witch stood alone as she practiced her magic underneath a tree as the moon shown brightly overhead. Sensing someone approach she stopped casting and looked up to the stranger.
“Do you want something from me?”
“Why would I want something from you? I have everything I need.”
He would like to go home, actually, but Anubis wouldn’t say that. Not to some strange– he sniffed the air–witch. Oh, Gods, it reeked of magick. He wished he could plug his nose.
