Aaron found that he could not tell the age of the beauty before him.
Judging by her appearance, she looked like a girl of twenty.
Judging by her bearing, she seemed like a young married woman of around thirty, thoroughly ripe in every respect, as sweet and succulent as a peach.
Judging by her expression and manner of speaking, she seemed like a mature lady who had weathered countless storms. Like Lady Silverstar and Lady Garland, she displayed decades of accumulated experience at a glance. Though time had left not the slightest mark on her body, her appraising gaze and effortless authority made it clear that she was no innocent girl.
Time brought people aging and death, but it also brought many gifts. It was simply a matter of whether mortals wished to grasp them.
Aaron and the Enchanting Witch who had appeared out of nowhere were now seated in a private manor in Eveningstar Town. Its owner had turned away every visitor; Aaron alone had permission to enter.
During his last visit, Aaron had heard rumors that this private manor belonged to an elderly knight. Yet he saw no elderly knight here, and when the servants approached the Enchanting Witch with the utmost deference, he understood that rumors sometimes existed to conceal the truth.
The room was furnished with luxurious hardwood furniture, every corner painstakingly polished. If all the windows had not been sealed and covered with curtains, Aaron might almost have mistaken her for a Cormyr native.
"I detest noise, Sir Aaron, and I dislike bright light." The Enchanting Witch smiled radiantly, then added, "Don't worry. I only want to chat."
"Are you... a Sorcerer?" Aaron could feel an inexplicable fondness for the Enchanting Witch before him. It did not stem from the ultrathin stockings on her legs,