what is a friend
I have seen more than just the castle. Before I found the castle, I journeyed often, and at times during my wait, I went on several ventures. Many of these trips took me through a village of many. Food was plentiful, the people were well off. Even the village idiot was well cared for and, at times, even respected.
During many a storm, I crawled upon this village of many. I was offered shelter, and I graciously accepted. My asylum was granted by a widow. She owned the village's sole print, and offered their services to the entire community at little expense. When the storm passed, she offered me a permanent room for my travels. Such a gift was impossible to deny for a traveler.
So many a times I returned to the house. And the widow often received me in warm welcome, even in peaceful skies. I enjoyed her company, and she enjoyed mine. It was a love a friends, a trust and bond that grew.
However, on one day that I returned, I found her in strange activity. I noticed smoke and heard the bubble of sorcery afoot. Peeking in, I saw her and she saw me and she shared with me her witch's brew.
I ran. I ran fast and far. But not before I left the house to burn. From far away, I watched the flare, and I watched as the town put it out. The witch she was, the widow survived, but uanware of doing. I vowed never to return to the village. It is neither safe, nor friendly. Not anymore, at least.