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Jeckteth swirled around the now writhing in pain man , laughing happily as he cluched his broken nose "Ahahaha , Mortals do entertain if nothing else." When he caught wind of the name 'white crow' he huffed towards the old woman , gliding through the air too her and swirling around her feet in his smoke like form "This one is the white witch? No , the storys dont match. Where is her robes and stave? Her firmiliar? No no no , just another old Mortal shuffling among the physical plain."

Unknown to Jeckteth his words were heard by any gifted with magic , he was not firmiliar with what a 'witch' actually looked like so he had no idea that he was being seen inspecting the two women , for that matter he did not even know anyone could hear him. "What if she -is- a witch? Witchs love knowledge and power , they must be willing to trade for something....Yes , perhaps I can get a contract today yet." Jeckteths smokey form hovered in the air , it felt like unscene eyes in his spiritual form were staring at between the two women , trying to figure out how to deal with them before announcing himself.