Perhaps one of the few aspects of leaving the creed Ashe regretted was the loss of a comfortable bed and a roof over his head. Being dirt poor took him to all sorts of new places - as he couldn’t afford to decline any cases.
Witches - yes, there was a possibility that they were the cause of supernatural activity within the city that had hired him. But hearing all the evidence presented to him, the presence of witches seemed all too unlikely. But in the meantime, he’d play along for just long enough.
❝ Don’t you worry sir. ❞ The same, professional smile that was currently earning him dinner with the family of the Queen’s favorite curled his lips. He knew, he recognized that immortal presence across the table. ❝ I'll be sure to keep the city and your beautiful daughter safe from any witches as I have for others. ❞
