Mentari liked to think he knew every single person who walked over the border lines of the city, the ones who took any of the four highways into town, whether in their own vehicle or on public transport. He was aware if only because he had other Witches from his coven keep him up to date. Just to be sure, just to make sure, though it would seem that recently some had slipped under his radar, putting them on edge. They stepped right into one of the small cafe’s in the town, having followed a new face from a distance, and ordered the both of them a coffee. He smiled, nothing dangerous in their expression, they had already figured things out based on what others had told them. “Mentari Ag,” they introduced themselves to Maxime. “I don’t usually introduce myself to complete strangers and buy them coffee, but I heard you were new in town and looking for something.” @maxime-sirene