[Liethell]

The old man lets out a sort of angry yell, and as he walks away with the gentle old woman he came here with, he seems to cry onto her. After a lot of chatting, the next woman in line is the one who had been talking to them for so long, the Wicca woman. She nearly skips in. The teenager crosses her arms. "She's going to be in for a big surprise. I saw him a few years back on the east coast and he's not some kind of Wicca priest or something. He's just some weird-ass mystic who stays in town for a night and then up and leaves."

(I know it didn't seem like they were out for long, but I didn't want to add too much filler to the rp, especially so close to it's start. I do apologize ;; )