The witched gaze intensified as she gazed down at the now humble Poe the sight had touched Johoel, she was willing to sacrifice herself for them. Duke and the others had been listening but they were putting into action a plan of there own. Duke carried in his large hands three smoke bombs, the three pulled up cloth over there mouths. The witch was hurt and angry for her child had wished for a companion and she had run from him, but deep down all she wanted was for her small son to know that type of happiness. The witch caught sight of the smoke bombs as her mind twirled rapidly together. She let out a sigh her posture straightening "Then ever year on his birthday I will send for you, by your kin and you will visit with him for twenty four hours" it wasn't really a request more of a demand of the witch.