I recounted the attack I had faced just before setting out from beginning to end, and it was a rare sight to see Muhammad actually listening attentively to someone.
"A white-haired witch who can use ice magic... That's way too broad. With a description like that, you'd find a whole bunch of them in the kingdom alone; just the ones I know of make at least seven or eight. Old Lady Yuri on the east side of the city, that eighty-seven-year-old, her ice-making business gets more prosperous every year, you know."
The two of us automatically tuned out Muhammad's ramblings, exchanged glances, and were left utterly speechless.
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