*** A few weeks later***
Paxton roared in anger, slamming his fist on the table. "How dare he?" He was staring at the shaking guard in front of him.
He didn't want to be the one that had told Paxton the news, but the other guards were too afraid. He had to know! They were losing their crops left and right. And if the guard were being truthful, it was Paxton's fault. He should stop listening to that male witch.
An older woman came to the doorway, her feet shuffling from age. "Paxton, that is no way to behave." She was stern in her scolding, but you could see a soft spot in her eyes.
Paxton looked up at the old woman, and cringed, "Sorry gramma."
The old woman came in and patted him on the shoulder, "Now, what's so bad that you're slamming the furniture?"
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