Herbalists' Cache Witchy Things

Decided I'm going to allow Locke to go inactive for now. So may wrap this up sooner then later.

A sorceress. A witch. He had stepped bac a stride or two when she came sudden closer to him, draping herself oover her collection of her herbs protectively. Now, as she calls herself a woman of magic, he dances back further, talking moving to tuck between his legs. It is fear of a witch that causes him to do so, but it is equal curiosity which causes him to stay. 

...A witch? He whispers, almost breathless. He lowers, crouching, a defensive display despite the fact of how much larger he is then she. Am... He would then start to question, wondering if she knew-if she could tell. Am I damned? She would know it, be certain of it. She would have smelt the evil in him.