+ 18thcenturyman
Ichabod had been startled, and admittedly curious, to learn there was another strange person in the holding cell. He had not been familiar with the description of the young woman but he’d felt a slight kinship with her. From the description of her clothes and the fact that she had been carrying a crossbow, he had been willing to bet that she wasn’t from this time either.
The very idea of such a thing would’ve had him laughing and perhaps checking to see if he’d sustained a head injury, but his perceptions had greatly been turned on their heads. As he followed Abbie toward the holding cell, he studied the young woman. She certainly did not look like what he’d come to expect of modern women.
"I’m afraid that you’ll have to endure a rather lengthy and bothersome line of questioning," he said, offering her a sympathetic smile. "If you’re lucky, you might be able to avoid being restrained." He motioned toward Abbie "This is Lieutenant Mills and I am Ichabod Crane. May I have your name?"
The man that accompanied the woman seemed to stand out just as much as she did. Which was something very very interesting. It also put her on her guard. Because it was possible this man could be involved with the witch responsible for this. She had seen men under their thrall, doing everything ordered of them. Until she knew otherwise, she would have to be cautious.
"Gretel." Her eyes shifted to the dark skinned woman. "Has there been another found? My brother."
Abbie laughed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Gretel? Like Hansel and Gretel?"
"So you've heard of us?" Once again, her attention turned back to Ichabod, interrupting whatever Abbie was going to say. "I need to know if you've seen him."
