Most didn’t. Frankly, Gretel was sure if it came to some sort of altercation,
she could easily take him down. Small limbed and thin. His sign of peace didn’t add
too much to her ease - considering words didn’t mean shit, but actions did -
however who was she to not give someone a chance?
“Fine, then. You don’t intend to hurt me. So, what is this about knowing me?”
She’d come across a few people who did. Her brother and her weren’t
exactly like most ‘common’ people. Local news usually traveled quickly.
They were the famed witch hunters, of course there’d be people who
recognized her. Something in his initial tone, seemed to indicate otherwise.
“Have I passed through your town before?”
Truth be told, he wasn’t exactly sure what this was all about. Maybe it was
one of his ‘funny feelings’ as Arthur had loved to call them all that time ago.
He had long since realized that those ‘funny feelings’ were actually his magic
tuning into situations, warning him. It was not as simple as intuition. Was
this another warning, perhaps?
“I don’t ... strictly have one town, persay,” he started slowly, though he
seemed too distracted with just staring at her thoughtfully to really consider
what he was saying. And then, suddenly, it hit him, just like that.
“You-- You’re her! Aren’t you?!”
It may have been all of the leather tipping him off or the crossbow, those
famous witch hunters did have very notable styles about them, after all. He
wasn’t sure how he felt about the realization, in all honesty, which was
perfectly understandable seeing as he was, in all technicality, a witch.