"I'm afraid you'll have to come with me, Ma'am." The Spriggen said, as his started chanting in his mind, "The Lord of my race has decreed this to be Fae territory and that all witches be rounded up and repurposed."<br/><br/>"I'm afraid she's spoken for, Chicken Twit." He said, drawing the Spriggen's attention to him, "She tends to light fires indiscriminately when she gets mad so she's better off with who is a bit of a firestarter themselves."<br/><br/>The Spriggen's eyes widened as he recognized him. The air temperature seemed to plummet as they stared at each other. A sense of impending bloodshed started to be felt. The Spriggen made a massive sword that was two feet taller than him appear as he dropped into a fighting stance. This would be ugly and very destructive.<br/><br/>"It would be a good idea for you to get out and hide, Now." He said in a detached matter to the witch behind the counter, "I'm catch up to you later when I'm done here."