screaming.virgo
A bit of a mess.
Thomas
It was clear to Thomas that he was traveling amidst a pair of opposite individuals. And the pair were different from him yet. Crows always seemed to come with a warning, of what's to come or to remind one of their misdeeds. He concluded that it depended on one's choices throughout ones life. A pair of crows used to perch on the barn and watch his father as he worked, reminding him of his debt. Thomas silently agreed with Amadeus' offering, not wanting to ruffle the feathers of their other travel companion.
'We must be getting pretty close to these so called witches, none of these berries look vaguely familiar. Plus there's a distinct scent of tea coming from up ahead.' Jasper had some strong opinions, and he worried that it could possibly hinder their aim. A thought that stumped him. "So, what do the two of you seek from these-" Thomas eyed Jasper as they walked. "Witches?" A waft of herbal scents hit his nose. It smelled like the spice cart that comes into the town square once a week: Overwhelming, at first. With each inhale, he started to identify familiar scents which eased the small headache he now had. Shortly after, a small cottage came into view.