Hansel hated feeling ignorant. He'd never been given a formal education the way rich people schooled their children in the villages. Both he and Gretel had been forced to learn their numbers and letters fast on their own. It was the only way to ensure they weren't cheated by cheap bastards who didn't want to pay for their services. They also had been paying for lodgings since they were abandoned. Orphans were too many to be given special privileges. Towns didn't have the funds to care for their own much less offer charity to two kids who carried some kind of curse or hex on them from meddling with witches too often.
This place tended to keep him feeling ignorant in spite of his best efforts. People used tools he'd never seen or even dreamed about. They talked on devices which made no sense. All their things seemed to run off of invisible energy which he could hardly understand. It was as if the whole world had become magic when he'd not been looking. He knew there wasn't real magic to it. They'd talked about technology -he and Gretel- but it felt that way to him.
Sighing, he pushed his hair back, adjusting his weapons, "Sorry if I sound stupid. I been feeling that way since I got here. Yes. There's witches here. None bad as far as we've seen. My sister and I can vouch for there being good witches. Our mother was one. Grand White. They exist. Just not as many of them as there are of the other kind."