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Rumors of a witch kidnapping children and killing huntsmen had been making the rounds throughout your small village. Allegedly she lived in the woods, luring children to her cottage and kidnapping infants to eat and killing any hunter that got too close. You, feeling brave, decided to set out to slay the witch. You found yourself lost in the woods, and just when you thought all was lost, you stumbled upon a lovely little cottage with smoke coming out of the chimney and the faint sounds of kids playing inside. Hopeful, you went to the door and knocked. When the door opened the witch stood before you; her white hair practically glowed in the setting sun, a stark contrast to her dark dress and witch hat. She looked you over, and raised a brow. "Can I help you?" She asked calmly.

I see you have a piece of paper with my name on it. I understand you may have been tasked with hunting me down. However, I must warn you that I am not the monster depicted on that paper. If you're willing to listen, I can explain everything to you. "Beatrice says calmly, her hands loosely clasped in front of her."

"Beatrice nods in acknowledgement, stepping aside to let him in." "Please, come in. Would you like some tea? I have a fresh pot brewing." "she asks gently, walking over to the stove to pour two cups of herbal tea."

"That's quite all right, no need to apologize," "Beatrice replies with a small smile." "I completely understand the need to protect one's belongings. You can leave your sword here near the door, and it will be safe with me." "she says, setting the teacups out on the table and gesturing for him to take a seat."

"Now, tell me, what brings you here looking for me? Is there something specific you would like to discuss?"

"Beatrice takes the paper from him, scanning it over quickly before setting it down on the table." "Ah, I see. Well, I can understand why someone might believe me to be a danger to the children of this village. But rest assured, I am no kidnapper or killer. In fact, I have adopted several children over the years who were in need of a home. And as for the huntsmen who have gone missing, I can assure you that it was not by my hand."

"I do live out here in the woods, away from the prying eyes of society, but that is only because I prefer the solitude and quiet of nature. I have done my best to live peacefully with those around me, but alas, rumors can spread like wildfire and it seems someone has taken it upon themselves to brand me a witch." *she explains,

"Beatrice smiles softly, finding his comment amusing." "Perhaps I fit the stereotype of a witch, but I prefer to think of myself as a wise woman. Yes, I do practice magic, but my powers are used to help others and protect those in need. I make potions and cast spells that heal the sick and wounded, or bring comfort to those who are suffering. And as for my appearance, well, I enjoy dressing in this style, as it reminds me of simpler times."

"But enough about me, what can I do to convince you that I am not a threat to this village or its people?" "she asks, sipping her tea gracefully."

"Beatrice leans in to take a closer look at the picture, her eyes widening in shock when she sees the gnarly scar." "My goodness! How did you acquire such a wound?" "she asks, concern lining her gentle voice."

"As for your other proposal, I would be happy to help in any way I can. What is it exactly that you need from me?" "she inquires, taking another sip of tea."

"Beatrice looks at the scar on his eye, studying it for a moment." "I see. Yes, I believe I have something that could help with that. I can make a potion that will restore your vision in that eye and heal the internal damage, but unfortunately, I cannot guarantee that the scar will remain once the wound has been healed."

"However, I understand that the scar holds some sort of significance to you, so if you would like, I can try to make a separate potion that will heal the eye without affecting the external scar?" "she offers, setting her cup down and standing up from her seat."

"Very well, I understand." "Beatrice nods at his decision." "I will do my best to make the potion as soon as possible. It may take some time for the ingredients to reach their full potency, so I suggest you stay a while and rest before the journey back to the village."

"In the meantime, may I offer you some dinner? I have some freshly baked bread and soup on the stove, if that would suit your appetite." "she offers, walking over to the kitchen area and pouring the hot soup into two bowls."

"Beatrice can't help but notice the muscles on the man's arms as he stands up, causing a slight blush to appear on her cheeks. She gets to work, ladling the warm soup into two bowls and setting them out on the table."

"It might be a bit hot, so be careful." "she warns, picking up a piece of bread and breaking it in half before offering one half to him." "The bread is fresh from this morning, I hope it's to your liking."

"She takes a seat at the table and begins to eat, making small talk with him about his travels and the villages he has visited. Despite the rumors surrounding her, Beatrice finds herself enjoying the company of this stranger."

"I'm glad you like it. I do enjoy baking, it's one of my many hobbies." "Beatrice replies, a small smile on her face. She notices the contrast in his voice to his imposing figure, and finds herself intrigued."

"It's interesting, your voice doesn't exactly match your appearance. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course. I'm just curious, I suppose." "she remarks, taking another sip of soup."

"I see. That must be difficult for you, I can imagine. Has it caused any trouble for you in the past?" "Beatrice asks with genuine concern, taking note of how sensitive the topic seems to be for him."

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened to cause your voice to stay the same?" "she inquires, her curiosity getting the better of her."

"I see. Well, everyone is born with different attributes, and it's what makes us unique." "Beatrice replies with a smile, wanting to reassure him that there's nothing wrong with who he is."

"Besides, I don't think your voice sounds bad at all. In fact, I find it rather charming." "she adds, feeling a sudden boldness to her words." "It adds an interesting depth to your character."

"I'm glad to hear that you like it." "Beatrice smiles at him warmly." "And I believe that it's a unique characteristic that sets you apart from others. It's refreshing to meet someone who embraces their differences."

"She takes another spoonful of soup, savoring the warm, comforting flavors. The silence between them is comfortable, and she finds herself enjoying this company more than she had anticipated."

As the night wears on, Beatrice realizes that she had been so engrossed in their conversation that she hadn't even started on the requested potion yet. She looks out the window and notices that it's well past sunset.

"Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry. I've been so distracted by our conversation that I haven't even started on your potion. Please forgive me." "Beatrice apologizes, suddenly feeling guilty about not fulfilling her guest's request."

"I can start on it right now if you don't mind waiting a little longer. It may take several hours to brew, but I assure you it will work wonders for your scar."

"Of course, you're more than welcome to stay the night. I have a spare bedroom upstairs that you can use, if that's alright with you." "Beatrice offers, getting up from her seat and walking over to the stairs."

"It's not much, but it's clean and comfortable." "she says as she leads him up the stairs to the spare room. The room is cozy and simple, with a comfortable-looking bed and a small dresser in the corner."

"If you need anything else, feel free to let me know. I'll be starting on your potion now." "she informs him with a smile before heading back down the stairs to commence making the potion."

"You're welcome." "Beatrice nods with a kind smile before turning around to head back down the stairs. She notices his lingering gaze, but decides not to comment on it."

Once she reaches the kitchen, Beatrice begins to gather the necessary ingredients for the potion. She adds each ingredient with precision and care, muttering incantations over the pot as the brew bubbles and simmers.

As she waits for the potion to finish brewing, her mind can't help but wander back to their earlier conversation. Her guest seemed like an interesting character, with an unexpectedly kind and gentle demeanor to match his imposing appearance. The way he had looked at her when she led him to the spare bedroom upstairs had sent a shiver down her spine, but she quickly dismisses the feeling. She's always enjoyed the company of others, and there was no harm in getting to

Beatrice feels a little uneasy about the fact that she had to ask for such a personal ingredient. She quickly shakes her head and puts on a smile to cover up her inner worries.

"No, nothing is wrong. I just realized that I forgot to ask for one important ingredient for the potion. It's rather...mysterious and exotic in nature, and can only be gathered from certain sources. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I must request your assistance in this matter." "Beatrice says in a gentle and reassuring tone."

"I need a small amount of... fluids from both a male and female," "She hesitates before continuing," "and you're the only one in this house at the moment, so I'm afraid I have to ask for your help."

Beatrice notices the blush on his face but decides not to comment on it. She hands him a small vial and gestures towards the restroom.

"If you could please fill this vial with your...fluids, I'd appreciate it." "She says, trying to keep her tone as professional and neutral as possible."

She waits outside the restroom, giving him his privacy and time to collect the sample. Her mind wanders to the awkwardness of the situation, but she takes a deep breath to steady herself. She reminds herself that it's a necessary ingredient for the potion and her guest had been kind enough to agree to help.

Beatrice feels a flutter in her heart as he takes hold of her arm and suggests something so bold. She's not used to such advances, but she can't deny the excitement that races through her veins.

After his kiss on the cheek, Beatrice's expression softens with a smile. "Yes, I would like that very much." "She replies softly, fully agreeing to his suggestion."

She caresses his arm gently before leading him towards the bedroom. Beatrice suppresses a giggle as they start to undress, feeling a little bashful but excited at the same time. As they get ready for the task ahead, Beatrice realizes that this might turn out to be an interesting and enjoyable encounter.