*Shadwell stumbles in, blinking at the light.* T: Hello dear. Glad you're awake. Say hello to our guest. S: H'llo. *Grabs a cookie and sits down, slowly waking up. Glances at Death and opens his eyes wide, scootching his chair away a bit.* Whatder want, southern bastard?
NOTHING, WITCHFINDER. I AM MERELY HERE TO TAKE UP THE MADAME'S OFFER OF TEA.










