It was faint, very very faint, certainly to far for most humans to hear, but it was still there. A war cry of some horribly twisted thing that had once had a basis within humans. Well, while Mereana was someone who liked poking things with a stick, she wasn't exactly free right now. Her coworker had just suggested a really interesting and fun seeming game. To make sure whatever made that cry wouldn't interrupt the current proceedings, she released a few strings of thread, practically invisible, around the Goats, Siesta Troops, and their new found guests. They would act as impromptu(and literal) eyes to make sure no one would show up and start punching things. That'd be mean and rude, unlike their current guests who had the presence to bow.
"Oh, oh! That sounds like lots of fun!" The witch then materialized something into the palm of her hand, flashing it at their guests briefly before making it disappear again. The object was a fragment, something the people there most likely recognized.
"You know what that was right? Since I'm in the mood to be a Witch of the North today, I'll give it to you whether you win or not. If it's smashed, I guarantee it'll take you to safety in a time of need." The Witch giggled sincerely after saying that. It was unknown if she had the same deposition as her fellow consul and was insulted, but her offer was genuine.
"Oh! And since you two are educated enough to at least know what a Witch is, and were involved with that "Illusion of the Witch", I'd like to take a few moments to discuss a few things with you after the game is over, no matter the outcome. It's just some basic information, so don't worry. We can introduce ourselves to each other then, as well~"
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