Scrooge entered the house, a little itchy at having to leave his things behind, but hopefully nobody would swipe them while he was there. He looked with interest around, easily reading the same sad story as the slow degradation of Clan McDuck.

The twins themselves were quite a pair. Little wonder people accused the duo of bewitching them.

He swiftly decided on his course of action, choosing to use the same politeness he used when addressing Countess Morgana. The duo were mages from a powerful family line. Extending respect would be the best way forward.

"I'm sorry that I came without sending a message ahead, but I wasn't sure how to reach you," he said, giving them a polite bow. "And I doubted your neighbors would be willing to play messenger." He straightened. "I was hired to come and put an end to the trouble going on, but what I've found so far doesn't fit the narrative the villagers gave me. I was hoping to call upon your magical expertise to see if it's possible to properly nail down the real cause."