RedAndCosmoteer
The old woman laughs a bit, in a kind way.
“Don’t worry young one... I understand it completely. The tree’s speak to me, and information spreads fast.”
She began pouring soup in bowls, and places it on the tables softly.
“I didnt have company since ages, this is very refreshing for me.”
She notices the son of the king, and knows who he is. The son if the king began to speak curiously.
“Why are you here?...”
The old woman replied.
“The people in Greliand didnt like me that much, accusing me being a ‘witch’...”
She waved her hands around while saying it, but still showed a smile while doing so.