Madeline had dozed off from the exertion of being so completely overwhelmed by her own failure. WHY wasn't anyone here? Was it her location? She knew the building was nice but was it counter-productive locating herself on the shell of a gargantuan murder turtle? With the staggering headcount, it just seemed like there must have been a great many people wandering through the area. 

Hopping down from her stool again, she stormed outside as fiercely as her little frame could storm. Peering up at the sign, she puzzled and puzzled. Was it the lack of vegan-friendly signage? As far as she knew, wood was vegan, making all of her signage vegan-friendly. Was it the lighting? No ... the lighting was fire. Well, no, it was actually magic, but what I mean to say is that it was lit. Like ... obviously, of course it was lit, but like it looked really nice. 

ANYWAY it was probably the location. Turning, she peered down across the massive shell to where the creature's gargantuan head was resting on the ground, fast asleep. Strewn about the area were the remains of hundreds of heroes, big and small, old and new, some in piles even. OBVIOUSLY people were coming to the area, she had been correct, and her business hours were clearly printed as 'wherever the turtle is asleep' ... so maybe people just didn't want to give a witch a chance.