Baba snarled a few choice curses—a tree began to wither nearby—as she was told she couldn't use her magic in view of the locals. "Well then," she hissed, perfect lips curled back to reveal the teeth Hag had given her, complete with sharp eyeteeth. "I'm not sure what you expect me to do, Hag." She paused. "No, I tell a lie. I'll have to start selling crosses, won't I?" Her eyes narrowed, hidden by the drooping hood with its flickering mirrors.

"Though I'm not sure why we're here, Hag. If you don't want us using our powers, how do you wish for the Carnival to feed? Do you want us to use knives and axes?" She cocked her head. "Or are we planning on going hungry? Truly, why did you bring us to a place like this? Unless you want us to wipe it out?" She set her head to the other side. "Is that what you want, Hag? Do you want us to raze this town and devour the souls of the righteous?"