"Hehehe. That's right, I am the best shaman you'll ever come across!" the old woman said, taking a swig of the bottle. "Ahhh, the sap of life."
Wise stared at her in disbelief, too surprised to do anything else. 'I'm supposed to trust my situation to a drunkard?'
How was a woman of her age even able to drink so much alcohol? Alcohol was practically toxic to elderly people.
"Well, don't just stand out there in the snow, come in, come in," she said, urging them into her home with a goofy grin on her face.
He and Daphne both glanced at each other before stepping into the house, Charlotte leading the way.
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Unlike Wise had expected, the house was actually cleaner and more maintained than he would have thought.
Everything was in order, there were no piles of bottles littering the floor or empty wrappers of food stacked up to the roof.
It was the way you would expect a shaman's house to be.
There were talismans glued to the ceiling, and a few hanging on clips above the doorway.
