Daniel had done his chores for the morning and when he was done he made his way back to the stables to take a brief rest then check and water the horses.  He had been sitting in the pile of hay when he saw Cytherea stop in front of Fritz’s horse and reach out and lightly touch his horse.  He then slid farther behind the gate and the hay.  When Fritz came to her.  The look on Cytherea’s face was unreadable.  “I don’t do well to with rumors; you best take the villagers comments with a grain of sand.”  Then turning her back on him like she did.  So cool.  Not like her at all.   He was trying to leave as quietly as he could with Fritz noticing him.  But that did not happen.  The witch hunter looked right at him and motioned him to come forward.<br/><br/><br/>"Daniel was it? Come on out and lets speak face to face like proper gentleman. I promise I won't bite.<br/>Daniel came to him and nodded in regards of his name.  “Yessir”<br/>