“ Eeei! A bush witch! “ The large, horned man jumped to the side on the bench he was sitting on.
Your every day average ace master professional grand detective, Barawa, was enjoying the newspaper and a cup of coffee he got from the local Buckstar. Newspaper in this day and age may be a bit old fashioned but the moment of tranquility he reached in his happy time was unrivaled.
And despite his rough and tough build, the startled shriek he let out was quite shrill.
Don’t startle bovines.
After he calmed down he realized maybe it was not a bush witch. Maybe it was just a standard witch. Those are less scary.
“ Lady, pray tell what it is you’re looking for that makes you sneak out on people like that. It’s clearly not your good looks that are missing so what is it? “
His voice was now deeper and certainly more fitting a man of his stature.
Magilou could’ve sworn the large man was, well, not a man with the noise he let out at her sudden appearance.
Magilou suddenly stood up.
“I AM THE GREAT SORCERESS, MAGILOU!”
“Ah- but, I suppose you could call me a witch too if you want~”
Ah, but yes, back to the matter at hand.
“Yes, dear sir you see I have lost a friend of mine and I cannot seem to find him. Yes, really. Quite of the utmost importance. You haven’t happened to see anyone come by here, have you?”