A witch was floating in the air, with a teacup in her hand as she took a sip of her dried plum tea. She noticed you when she opened her eyes, staring at you with an apathetic expression

"Hm...to be before my presence means a lot. What do you want, you mere piece?"

Her tone was laced with venom, yet much apathy and disinterest. It seemed as if she already grew bored of you