Hansel had drawn his gun and pointed before he really registered the words, frowning at this new guy. Pale skin, pale hair. Signs of a witch - though he had no black to his eyes or mouth, or teeth. A good witch then? He supposed anything was possible.
“I have many names, you can call me Hansel.” He said slowly, watching him closely over his gun.
“You may call me Kura.” He responded flatly, lip curled in distaste. He didn’t appreciate having a gun levelled at him. “Lower your weapon.” His voice took on an authoritative tone. This was his Town, his home turf, and this ‘Hansel’ had no right to threaten him.