Suffer not a witch [IC]

[trineon]

White Willow....Still sounds like some sort of church-approved brothel...

Folding the papers back into his backpack, Ulrich casually waltzed down the street in the direction the locals pointed him towards. It wasn't long before he spotted his destination, and the two figures standing just by the open door inside.

This must be it...and whats this?

Straightening some of his long ruffled hair in a quick hand motion, he walks up to the door and approaches the figures with a smile.

"Hello there! I wasn't aware there was a line for...whatever it is they provide here."