" Wouldn't you welcome us?", Casandra asked the man.
He came to his sense, only when she asked and he paved way for them, moving aside.
Jason looked at his house around which had a bad exterior but the interior looked antic. The house was fully dark themed and the space was too constrained, which might welcome only fewer people at a time.
Jason and the troop, along with the witches, were a heavy visitors for that house, as there were only minimal spaces left for them to walk here and there.
Not to bother the owner, they all sat at wherever they stood, four of the soldiers on a space below the windows, witches on the chairs and the rest sat in the wooden staircase that went up towards a single room on the top.
The man was bothered only at Jason and he wondered how he gained that blue eye of his.
