Witch's Marsh Papyrus Impressum

Sarah furrowed her brow and gave a somewhat incredulous glance at the sturdy youth and comparing him to her fragile, fairy-like niece in her mind. And she had not only managed to catch the guy, but also interrogate him. This did not fit the image she had drawn of Ibis, so she leaned to agree that the guy's "moment" had to be way more than "not the proudest" in order to be trapped so easily.

Maybe there was something that her eye did not immediately catch. A weakness that everyone has and that would be her duty to find out. She made a mental remark to work on this, thought briefly about the next question to ask (what was she entitled to ask at this moment, anyway?) and then said: "What do you plan to do now? What are your skills? Your proudest moments, perhaps?" She asked him in a job-interview kind of way.