Her hand settled upon her hip as Serafina's stormy gaze turned downward towards the man on the floor. There was no doubt in her mind how very close he was to death - his spirit fighting to stay in the body that was so clearly failing him. Her eyes narrowed as her attention turned upward and towards the Were that had been pounding upon her door. He brought with him a wholly different aura - that animalistic anger was palpable even to her, causing the hairs on Serafina's neck to rise in a warning she appeared not to heed as she insisted she was 'not cheap'. The huff upon his lips only further caused a singular brow to arch as she eyed him with a steadfast coldness - the woman unrelenting with her need to be paid regardless of the man's insistence that the Warlock 'couldn't die'. His insistence that he'd pay 'whatever it took', however, was far more interesting to the materialistic witch. Somehow, she doubted he had enough money to his name to pay her version of 'whatever it took'. Her gaze flickered back down to the Warlock before the witch conceded. At least, she'd given in enough to hear of the unconscious Warlock's plight and to haggle over the price of her assistance.

Serafina turned on her heels, leading the way back into the dimly lit shop. She could hear the front door of her store closing behind him, the man cradling his companion within his arms. Her stormy gaze was cast briefly over her shoulder as the Were began to speak, offering her some explanation of what had occurred to bring his companion so very close to death. "Hmm...poison, huh?" She mused softly to herself. Poison was certainly within her realm to handle...though she had never applied her craft to another warlock's familiar. After all, to be so...friendly with the embodiment of another's soul was sacrilegious amongst their kind. He was lucky she was a witch of some skill and not some hoax. Serafina gestured towards the table within her workroom, allowing her fellow magician to be laid out against the hard surface of wood. She watched with vague intrigue at the sudden gentleness within the once raging Were, that softness there speaking to some more...intimate relationship. Though it hardly made a difference to the witch.

"Yes, fine. I'll save him. It will cost you a hundred thousand though. I take payment up front. Not afterwards." She shot him a glare, her arms crossed over her chest. Frankly, she doubted that he had ever even seen that much money, the young woman fully expecting some sort of bartering to go on even as she began to turn her attention to plucking the necessary vials and jars of herbs from her stocks.

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