The conversations within the pub went silent as the wolfess entered, electing a soft chuckle from her as she made her way to the bar. Taking her seat, Cathryn noticed that all eyes were on her, though she wasn't complaining. She enjoyed the attention from people, be them knights, bounty hunters, or fellow witches.

"What must one do to get a drink around here?" Cathryn asked the barkeep, snapping him from his trance. He quickly went off to fix her a drink, not wanting to ensue her wrath. It was like this everywhere for the wolfess: people were just afraid of her. But for what? All she did was make them look better. So what if they got too big to move afterwards? And so what if they were too stuffed with food to even talk? That wasn't her problem, was it?

The witch was taken from her thoughts by the sound of a glass being set in front of her. But before she could take a sip, she heard a group of people getting up behind her, along with the sound of swords being drawn. Letting out a soft sigh, Cathryn reached to her side and removed her spell book, flipping it open. She couldn't help but smirk toothily, knowing what was soon to follow. She wasn't called "The Indulgent Witch" for nothing.

Turning to face her oncoming opponents, Cathryn's eyes narrowed slightly as she turned her attention from the to her book. "So..." She started, making the group of bounty hunters shift nervously. "Who wants to play a game?"

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Lovely piece of work drawn by  Daikian
He made Cathryn into a witch for me! Perhaps this is one of Cathryn's ancestors? Maybe Cathryn should always be a witch? No one knows... Perhaps more later~ x3