[You want to hear a story? Are you kidding?]
Taking off her pointed hat and setting it on the table beside her, the witch poured a glass of red wine and handed it over.
[I'm not going to tell you some fairy tale or legend. I can only tell you about things that happened in the past.]
The fellow in a white robe across from her seemed to taste something strange and didn't swallow.
The witch took the glass back, held up her index finger in front of him, then lowered her head to search through her waist pouch.
[That's what happens when you drink poisoned wine. You can't swallow it, but you can savor it. Also, if you spit it out, I won't tell you anything.]
She pulled a thick book from her pouch, its pages covered in tightly packed writing.
[I'm a little surprised. Your false doctrine is full of claims that "everything besides humanity and the gods is impure," and now you want to ask about a witch's past?]
The witch leafed through the thick book. Its yellowed pages rasped against each other.
[Let's see how long your resolve and faith can hold out against the truth beneath this earth...]
After lighting a brighter candle, she began to recount the past...
P.S. This book takes a certain wavelength to enjoy. If you've read the first five chapters and still can't get into it, I suggest you leave.
