Campy wiped at the goo on his cheek but all that did was smear it in as a dark smudge. The breath of the witch was fetid, beyond fetid and Campy tried not to breath in her smell but it that was futile, she reeked of something most foul.
"That's not garlic." Campy said pulling out a handkerchief and covering his nose.
"Oh, I just made a brew and got a bit on me. Sorry Deary." The witch patted at her dress that was splotched with things better left un-describe.
Campy rocked on his heels, looking at his watch and Vic as he said, "Gee it's been fun, really, but how about we go back and Vic and me will be on our way."
The witch walked over to the troll while Campy talked and handed him a vial. Boogabob beamed and hurried to a pool on the far side, clicking his heels.
"No hurry Dearie, you and your friend here are hot. And I mean that." She couldn't leave her hands off Campy and squeezed his bicep.
Campy smiled and took his own hand to remove hers. She cackled again but kept her hand at bay. Campy was not amused.
"Deary, Jean Claude is offering an award for the both of you. There isn't a person out there that doesn't want your ass. So stay awhile, we won't bite MUCH." Oh did the witch screech at her joke.
Vic asked, "How much is the award?"
The witch glanced at Vic for a moment before she leaned her neck to peek at Campy's bodacious ass. "Let's say it's a King's ransom."
The troll had come back from administrating to a pool and stood next to the witch. "You're safe here, really. Nobody here is interested in money. Means nothing to us, but there are other things."
To be continued.....
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