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The witch nods, admittedly a little disappointed to not know the exact way this had come about, but he understood. ‘ I see… It– seems like some sort of magic.’ Perhaps another witch, he wondered to himself. ‘ How long have you been this way ? Has it been long ?’ He asked, curiosity begging to learn as much as he could, if not how, then when.
“ wouldn’t be surprised by witchcraft. ” pavel only encountered a so called witch once when he was alive, or at least, that’s what he believes; the woman tried to sell him a potion to make his marriage ‘happy.’ “ well, I was trapped in a coffin for a while, until someone excavated my grave, so, thats a hard pass. ” he remembers being in that box, dark, supposedly damp and suffocating, although, he couldn’t really tell.








