"Ah, a nursemaid giving a boy that she helped birth a gift for his birthday such a great crime that would be......" Annoyed Fritz returned to the inn not wanting to waste time with the weasel more than he had to, had he been that rotten when he was a lad? Most likely, but he didn't like to dwell on that disturbing thought and pushed it out of his mind. Sitting down at a empty table he leaned back and watched the regulars of the taverns take their meals and drink while he waited for his own meal, and then he saw something strange the young woman he had met yesterday he could spot glimpses of her in the tavern's kitchen she was laughing and from the looks of it teasing an old man. The little boy who regarded him so coldly soon also entered the kitchen and joined in the merriment.<br/><br/>Two old friends, or two bewitched victims now which could it be...........regardless he smiled he seldom saw people actually enjoy themselves, especially during times like these, and regardless of whether it was the result of witchcraft or genuine friendship it was still quite the touching scene.