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"Eve, I think this is a terrible idea," Frannie stopped her work, leaning over the mechanical equipment she had purchased especially for this occasion, complaining to her friend standing next to her on a small booth at the gathering.
Frannie watched the witches passing by, making brief eye contact with a few thin women before quickly looking away the next second.
Her companion finally responded.
"What?"
"I said, standing in for the Elemental Witch here to recruit new members is a terrible idea." Falani waited for her companion's response, her own doubts growing with the odd looks from other passing witches.
"What?" The same reply, which sufficiently proved that Eve was just humoring her.
"Can you put down that damned bottle of alcohol!"
The short, grey-haired Eve stood on a wooden countertop, juggling several flaming bottles of alcohol, like she was performing an acrobatic act.
"I can't, this job requires my full attention. I'm playing with fire, Falani, and so are you."
