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The cave of Seifer, a witch. Eaos gets to decide what it looks like.

Its just a cave with a cauldron, shelves on the walls and books scattered about. It is extremely unorganized, but Seifer has a way of handling things.

Seifer was working quietly in his cave, staring at the simmering surface of his cauldron. "idiot villagers... God, why do they only ask for love potions? I could make anything else! Anything! And they ask to fall in love!" He shook his head as the white-pink liquid stirred inside of his pot. "And they're never on time either! This man better be on time... I mean, he's been here three times and has never shown up on time! You know what... I'm gonna throw out his potion if he isn't on time! Ha! That'll show him! No I won't do that.... no... I would lose money..." Seifer shook his head and sighed as he stepped away from the cauldron. The cave walls were lined with shelves. Berries and vials laid scattered across the walls. It was a mess, but it was home.

Blake was walking around the forest when he saw the cave. He entered it, and peered inside. Someone was there. A witch, most likely. "What are you doing?" Blake asked.

"Working." Seifer sounded exhausted. He had been leaning over the cauldrons all day, making sure his potions and poisions didn't spoil. "If you want to put in an order, cut your palm and show me your blood. I don't work with witches." One of the cauldrons a few feet away began boiling over. A thick, black liquid poured over the sides and began sizzling on the floor. "Oh crap!" He sprinted over to the cauldron and put out the fire beneath it. "No no no... I need another week to recreate this poison! Damn it!"

"Poison? What, do you poison humans? You're that kind of witch?" Blake asked. That honestly disgusted him, working for a whole week to create something that would kill someone.

"What? No, of course I don't poison humans. They do that themselves, I simply provide the means of doing so." Seifer sighed as the poison stopped boiling. The black liquid slowly began turning clear and eventually evaporated. "This sucks..."

"Then why do you do it? Why do something that you think sucks?" Blake demanded. He already found this witch to be very confusing.

"No, the fact that a spilled my potion sucks." Seifer grabbed a small knife off of the ground and walked over to Blake. "Okay, before we continue talking, cut your palm and tell me your name."

Blake took a step back. "1. No, I'm not into that kind of stuff. 2, why?" he asked suspiciously. He eyed the knife, then glanced back up at Seifer. What was this guy up to? Nothing good, obviously, if he was telling people to cut themselves. Blake had never had to do that.

"I just need to know if you are a witch or not. If you have red blood I will probably let you go, if not... Then... Well... I don't know what I'll do." Seifer gave a light smile and cocked his head. "Now, hold out your hand."

((Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Totally forgot!))
"N. O." Blake said firmly. "There is no way that I will cut myself open. So forget about it." He shook his head, staring Seifer in the eye stubbornly.

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