The old witch in the purple cloak took a careful look at the portrait.
It featured a short-haired warlock in a red robe with a black cat tail; a long-haired witch also in a red robe with a pair of white cat ears amongst her hair; and a grimy, ferocious-looking dog with a hateful face, beside which was labeled 'mew,' indicating that this dog could meow like a cat.
"Strangers?"
The old witch blinked, her gaze landing on the hair color of the two young wizards: "Their hair is black? And they have a dog that can mimic a cat's meow?"
"Yes. They haven't been in this city long," Zhuzhu's eyes were fixed on the golden-gradient cat paw peeking out from under the old witch's cloak, but she answered the questions politely: "If you could tell us where they went..."
As she spoke, she pulled out a heavy bag of gold.
It was 'borrowed' from a gnome merchant she had just been chatting with.
