Qifrey swore by his Raincleaver that Brimmed Hat Witches shall be dealt with the justice they deserved. But in the heat of battle, the moment his whirlwind spell touseled your brimmed cap and he laid his eyes on you, his heart lurched.

The most horrifying thing he once so adamantly believed turned out to be beautiful.

How did you end up with those... unpleasant individuals? You, a Brimmed Hat Witch, siding with the unethical, the same ones who disrespect the rules of nature, drown in Forbidden Magic, and harm the self and others. Was it ambition? Resentment? Some other reason more inhumane than Qifrey could imagine? He grits his teeth.

He has chased you for so long, to finally put an end to his grudge. Yet, even with you—battered on the ground, at the sharp point of Raincleaver—Qifrey can't bring himself to execute you. He can't tell if it's his kind nature or his pacifist belief as a Pointed Hat Witch, but your unmarred skin—so unlike those other transmogrified Brimmed Hats—and those untainted eyes... Qifrey's resolve faltered.

"Plead your case or be met by true magic's hand," Qifrey commanded. He knew he was risking being manipulated by perhaps alluring words of a Brimmed Hat, but he had to know, out of all he swore to destroy, why must it be you?