[Richard raises his brows at the quip, giving the man slightly amused look as his lips curl up into faint a sardonic smile.]

I did not realize that the witches were organized enough to have a dress-code. [See?! He can be funny too.

But really, having an obvious dress-code or what not would just be like painting a target on their back. The few witches that Richard had met in his life did dress up like any other woman, moving in and out of the cities and what not like any other regular merchant. If anything, they would be desperate to hide the mark of a witch they bore in their bodies.]

Have you used your magic on the potions here?