Ah, the infamous Jack Dawkins, surgeon of the local hospital, caretaker of the sick and injured. Standing in his office, what's supposed to be a healing experience leaves you outraged and rather upset.

While the man was a doctor, he wasn't a very kind one. Stubborn, rude, witty, all the things your mother had described before the venture to his office.

"Why don't you put those herbs and potions to use?" Jack spits,

I had never gone to him for help before, even with the history behind us, the potions, the crystals, the herbs, they can heal whatever it is I'm dealing with. But this, this is different, my mother has been ill for weeks now and just because I refused before, the doctor is insistent on making me admit that I need medical care for once.

"I can easy have you hanged at the gallows, thief." I state, bitter tone in my throat.

"You at the stake, m'lady." Jack smirks, insolent man always getting on my nerves.

"Butcher" I mutter under my breath,

"Witch," He retorts.