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Don't Talk About Y/N - Aphmau & Co.

Aphmau POV

Climbing off the boat's plank connecting to the dock, I feel myself stumble into Aaron, who holds me up steadily as Travis bolts past us, emptying his stomach into a nearby empty barrel. Katelyn, with her arm around Laurence's shoulders, passes us as well, plopping down onto the dark oak dock, drunken like.

"Here, this should help." Lucinda passes us two glass bottles filled with a white liquid, moving onto to disperse the rest when we take them. I drain the milk, feeling my nausea and dizziness slowly dissipate.

"Why were those waves and currents so violent?" Katelyn asked no one in particular, Laurance shrugging from beside her.

"You alright there travelers?" A middle aged man, with two kids trailing behind him, come up to us, worry on his face, but also relief.

"Yes, just hit some particularly rough tides on our way in." Aaron answers, letting go of my shoulders.

"I'm afraid that's just the normality of the tides stranger." Aaron looks confused, the red bandana over his eyes concealing any other feelings.

"Why is that?" Katelyn asks, getting to her feet, helping Laurance as well.

"Well-."

"It's because of the witch!" One of his children shouts, a little girl.

"Amanda shush!" The other child says in return, an older boy.

"Witch?" Lucinda asks, her eyebrows raised as she stands from kneeling down beside Travis.

"Oh, it's just some old folklore around here, nothing to worry about." The man quickly diffuses the situation. "Anyway, if you folks are staying in town for a bit, I suggest you take a look at the Guardian Inn. Very pleasant place." With that, he nods, gently taking the hand of each child, guiding them back onto their original course.

"Okay, was it just me, or was that really strange." Travis asks, getting to his feet with the help of the barrel beside him.

"Yeah...yeah it was..."

...

Walking down the dark oak stairs of the Inn, I rub my eyes, attempting to rid some of the sleep from them. Making it to the main floor, I pace across the cobblestone, approaching the table where my comrades sit, all in different stages of waking up.

"M-morning." I say, yawning. A chorus of deadpanned responses come back.

"Was it just me or did you guys also sleep terribly?"

"I think we all did Travis." Laurance raises his head from resting on top of his arms.

"Morning travelers! Anything I can get you to start your day?" A cheery voice rings out from just behind me.

"Got anything to wake several people up?" Katelyn asks.

"I know the perfect thing." He gives us a quick head count, returning to the bar.

"So, did you find anything last night Lucinda?"

"Unfortunately, no. Everything I found was extremely vague, most don't even explicitly say anything about a witch in Olkwind." She pushes a large, red covered book into the middle of the table, its yellowed and browning pages faced upwards, showcasing paragraphs of writing, and small illustrated pictures.

"Here you folks go!" Six mugs of a brown, almost black liquid are placed in front of each of us. Then, he freezes, staring at the book, his mouth slightly open with shock.

"Do you-?" Lucinda is cut off as the other Inn owner, his wife, comes over and pulls him away hastily.

"Don't mind my husband, he's just a bit tired is all!" She drags him back to the bar. I watch them for a few moments, before my curiosity gets the better of me. Grabbing the book, I approach the bar, plopping it down, and opening it again.