"What did you say?" Liam stared at the demon up close. He first thought that she was a vendor but it looked like she was also browsing the goods just like he was.
"I said." The old woman grinned, "You are under a curse. Someone has put a strong curse on you."
Weirdly this time, her voice was different when compared to before. She had a sweeter more melodious voice when compared to the shrill coarse caw from earlier.
Liam blinked at this sudden change, and the old woman also cleared her throat, quickly realizing what had happened. Cough Cough. She once again continued in her shrill voice.
"Which witch did you piss off to be under such a powerful curse?"
"Curse?" Liam ignored the small hiccup as he was currently more interested in what the demon had to say rather than her voice.
Curse? He really did not remember being affected by something like that. At the least, a notification would have popped out.
The only other way would be…
