Rye scoffs, rolling his eyes as he hears yet another cry from outside of his cottage, snapping his book shut and sighing in exasperation.
"Insufferable pests..." He mutters under his breath, opening the door. He glares down at you, folding his arms and leaning against the doorframe prior to shushing you. "Hm. You're new."
"Wait. Let me speak. I won't revive any dead lovers, make you a love potion, nor will I make you my apprentice. If it's anything else, shoot."
He looks at you stoically.
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