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“Shut up and trust me ok?”
Not exactly the most trust inspiring words but somehow the sincerity of them put Lotor at ease. It wasn’t like he’d walked for miles and miles, across the swaths of unfriendly mountains and even unfriendlier desert to turn away the help he’d been searching for.
The trek in and of itself didn’t instill him with much confidence and the sight of the small ramshackle looking shack in the middle of the dry, arid desert didn’t exactly paint a faith instilling picture. It hadn’t looked like the home of the most well known healer witch. It hadn’t looked like anyone’s home, all covered in desert dust with cloth covering the window and the roof looking like it’s seen better days.
But that hadn’t stopped Lotor from shuffling up the front porch steps and over to the door, knocking the knuckle of one of his claws on the door. He had stood there for a few moments waiting for movement. He waited, a minute, two, then three before rapping on the door again, this time with urgency.
“Hello? Is anyone home?” Lotor had called out, knocking on the door. “I’ve come looking for the witch. I’m in need of some healing assistance.”
He waited again, restraining himself from banging on the door. It had been an extremely long trip and he’d done its entirety in his humanoid form, exhausting him even further. Not that he could have flown here in his dragon form. If he could, that would have negated the need for this trip in the first place.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” He practically shouted, rapping impatiently on the door. “I am in quite serious need for healing and I would appreciate if you could—”
“Why are you banging on my door?”
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