Captain Sphinx and the Witch of the Carpathians 2
She was a striking girl, still young and probably well into her teens. Her clothing looked as if she belonged to a Roma tribe, as she was dressed in the traditional fashion. However, the oddest thing about her was her hair, white as snow. She was rather petite and her figure was that of a dancer.
Her face had dark determination in it, but Sphinx could see fear in her eyes as she saw the gun. Sphinx glanced to his left, seeing a heavy looking pot on the floor, he assumed it was what he had been hit with.
“Next time, aim a bit higher,” Sphinx growled.
She didn’t say anything, just stared at him.
Sphinx sighed, she probably thought they were burglars.
“It’s okay we’re not here to hurt you,” Sphinx assured her, changing his tone. To emphasise his point, he set the gun down. He realized she probably didn’t speak English.
“Uh, Sprichst du Deutsch,” he asked.
“Ja, but I speak English too,” she finally spoke, her
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