Conversation

There was a rustling at the window; the witch gestured in that direction until it opened enough for the familiar to wriggle in.

In wriggled a duck.

"You're not the usual... bird."

The waterfowl wagged it's tail eagerly; just because it wasn't a raven didn't mean it didn't want to be paid before delivery.

A handful of oats later, the witch read the message the duck had brought.

"Help. Captured by nixies."

That somewhat explained things.

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