Eugine looked at the girl, his eyes gauging on the current scene carefully. It seemed like his suspicion was wrong about the girl. If there was a witch, the cloth should have not only affected her but should have also changed its color a little without much notice where only a witch hunter would know. The name sounded somewhere familiar though with him who didn't belong to this part of the land and someone who came from the West, he cocked his head in wonderment.
"I am sure he is a great man if your sister and yourself have approved of him," he gave nothing but praise while Penny stood the stand she had to. She took the glass back when he handed it back to her. Not moving from where she was, she wondered what else he was going to ask her until he finally saw him loosen his shoulders to ask her,
