A wild Veigar has appeared! Now brusquely knocking on the Bandle Gunner's door with his asymmetrical gauntlet. Why would someone as wicked as him demand candy anyway? Something wasn't right for sure. โTREAT OR TRUCK! Give me your sugar confectionery!โ ...he's still a beginner at it.
Surprise comes in many forms, and Tristanaโs delightfully surprisedโฆ Yet a bit confused. That knocking sounded a lot more dense than the previous ones coming before then, and the gunner concludes that this was just a very excitable kid too eager to view Bandle Cityโs hero. Momentarily does an emerald eye peer through the peep-hole of her humble abode. The warlock was out and parading, seeking sweet treats from the likes of her?
A โt-chinkโ sounds from inside, the oak door slowly opening to reveal her in all of her glory - painted peach face, slitted green contacts, blonde locks, and purple clothing fitting for a feline witch costume. Dare I say she has some of the key physical elements that make up a regular Veigar with less of the aggression?
ย โ โ โ ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ, ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฉโ๐จ โ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ง ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉโ. ๐๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ด! ๐๐ฏ๐บ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ - ๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ค๐ฉ ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐๐ฉ. โ
Digging into the bubbling violet cauldron, gloved fingers pick up three pieces of candy and drop it into his hold. Heโs just getting into the Hallows Eve spirit, albeit in his own wayโฆ
ย โ โ โ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ค๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐ซ๐ ! โ