He saw her inching towards the door and quickly bounded over the table and between her and the door. â€œWhere do you think you are going? Last I checked, that weather outside is more deadly than I am. Sit down.â€ His commanding tone was sharp, but no longer filled with anger.<br/><br/>He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. â€œSo, the people don't know the histories. That is a problem and explains the increase of visitors,â€ he muttered.<br/><br/>â€œI'm guessing you are a witch by your method of arrival. Can you sense other magics?â€ He asked. He was hoping she could sense the magics that held the curse to the castle and him. The magics that let no one pass the outer perimeter without permission, his permission.