"When I was younger. A few animals. Since I've been here, there has been one incident. A magic knife. I bought it, and it sort of freed me. Like how you're saying. Except in exchange, it made me monstrous on the outside. I killed innocents then."
One in particular still stuck with him. The girl that had been part wolf. The one that hadn't taken the revenge that the red-headed witch had wanted her to. That had whispered in his ear instead of unleashing herself upon him for an unjust death. She'd been happy to die. Miserable in life.
He looked at Baba. "You know more about this city than I do." He had a feeling he'd get to know more through her, though.