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You breath more easily with the revelation, a maid is much preferable then an evil witch. The pot of stew floats up from the fire off through another doorway in the kitchen, as even more ingredients float through the air, eggs, flour, sugar, apparently she is preparing the desert she had announced. "Do you mind is I ask some questions?" you ask, hoping that her hospitality extended to conversation now that she had tested her food. "I don't mind," she says, "I'm just preparing food for the master, don't mind me." I pause, wondering whom she meant. You first thought is the witch, but she said master, not mistress, and from all you know, Castle Blathory didn't have any owners. "Uh... Well, does a witch live here?"
"Oh yes, she did, but she died a long time ago." She replies simply, measuring out the ingredients and meshing them together by hand. "Did she have a... a workshop?" you ask further. "Yes, but nobody can get there now, the secret passage collapsed, so only I can get back there." Drat. So much for that plan. You try to think of another plan of action, but without access to the witches work, your not sure where you can find the magic to reverse your condition.
"You said you were preparing food for your master," you press on, "Who is that exactly?" Maybe he would be more inclined to help you. After all, if the maid is the only one who can get to the witches workshop, then the 'master' would have to be living, right? "The master owns the castle," she says as if it were common knowledge, "And I take care of the master and his affairs." It doesn't really answer your question exactly. "Um... is he here?" you press, maybe you can talk to him.
"Master went out a long time ago," she says, "He said he would like dinner ready when he returned." Your pretty sure the owner of a castle would not be able to hide from the media so easily. "When exactly did he go out?" You ask, curiously.
"36882 days ago," she states, "But he'll have a splendid meal when he returns," and begins mixing in eggs and vanilla into her work. You do the math in your head. Over 100 years ago? You suddenly feel a bit sorry for the woman. Perhaps she died waiting for him to return, and now her ghost was still waiting. You wonder if you should tell her, after all, there was no way he could be alive now, and even if he could be, 100 year probably meant he wasn't planning on returning. But then again, would it be wise to break that kind of news to a ghost?
Written by Spots
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