Which Witch is Which

"Me this place is backwards..." a young man scoffed to himself as he looked at Trialles, a village on the island of Salem, a large island near the centre of West Blue. Home to the Puritan Kingdom, the island was known for its incredibly conservative inhabitants and all together... quaint customs.

"Here I thought Home was a place where whispers ran wild, but it's got nothing on this place, I swear they only talk in them..." he continued, walking down the street as hushed looks and glares poured across him and his strange attire, only for the people to rush away when they noticed the twin swords upon his hips. One look from Linus at their scurrying forms quickly told him that this probably wasn't an island he should linger on, though his need for supplies and a chance to stretch his legs meant that he had to stop for at least a day or two. At least he had learned from last time and left Solo with the boat to make sure it wasn't stolen this time.

After all, Torvalds D. Linus may be a bit reckless, but he was far from stupid.

"Now, where's a tavern, gotta find out where the best place to buy some supplies is in this place..." He said, unconcerned at the surrounding townsfolk. "Ah, that place looks promising." He said before walking to one of the larger buildings, entering the saloon unaware that more than a few people had reported his presence to the local military.