"In this neck of the woods, they think the best way to honor the dead is to pretend they never existed." Magica groused, although since Scrooge had done the right thing and praised her, the attitude wasn't directly towards him. "Besides, why blame the bastard when they accuse Poe of cursing the bride?"
"Or of Magica being the evil songstress luring men to their deaths?" Poe paused briefly. "Though you do have a lovely singing voice, sister dear."
"Regardless," Magica ignored the compliment for now. "I'm afraid there's not much to tell after that. As you already know, we're not exactly warm and cuddly with anyone within the village. A lot of what I know is from what Ratface overhears when he takes his flights."
"And when I glean anything," Poe continued, "It's when I go out for supplies in disguise. Not everyone is willing to swap stories with a stranger." He sat by Magica again, at least trying to think of any hints or clues. "Devoted father's girl, if I had to wager a guess - he spent all savings on a lavish wedding, only for it to be ruined."
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"Or of Magica being the evil songstress luring men to their deaths?" Poe paused briefly. "Though you do have a lovely singing voice, sister dear."
"Regardless," Magica ignored the compliment for now. "I'm afraid there's not much to tell after that. As you already know, we're not exactly warm and cuddly with anyone within the village. A lot of what I know is from what Ratface overhears when he takes his flights."
"And when I glean anything," Poe continued, "It's when I go out for supplies in disguise. Not everyone is willing to swap stories with a stranger." He sat by Magica again, at least trying to think of any hints or clues. "Devoted father's girl, if I had to wager a guess - he spent all savings on a lavish wedding, only for it to be ruined."