Still hanging my hat on this conversation
Yes...“Hello, Mister Wojciech,” the Witchhunter smiled, a chilling, predatory expression that sent a shiver down Wojciech’s spine. How was it every stranger he met on the bizzare little adventure seemed to know his name?
“It seems you have been quite the busy little Warlock, and your thrall here can’t save your miserable hide this time. Now I would suggest you accommodate my demands, and refrain from hexing me in the process.”
This time? Wojciech’s thoughts spun, had he met the Witchhunter before… or had the Witchhunter met him before… Time swirled around them in a mess of snarls and tangles.