The man paused, then the bright smile returned to his face. "No, young miss. Haven't even seen a cat-lady with black and ginger hair. I mean, may have seen her, I don't know, but haven't sold a key to her. My apologies that I wasn't able to help." He said politely. "Anything else I can help ya with?"
"This is-- Ergha, maybe Aunt River found something from that Enchanter or the Pure." Camilla hissed at Brisa and Jessi, glancing around.
"What? I mean--" He blurted, then his smile faded, replaced by worry. Great. Just great, he had to go and run his big mouth. "Uh, couldn't help hearing you saying something about an enchanter and the Pure, what business do you have with them folk? They're no good to be involved with."
Jessi walked closer towards him. "Do you know them? Have you ever heard of an enchanted named Indigo Alan?" She asked. Part of her hoped he never heard of her, after all, her brother was last seen with her.
