"Most cultures don't seem particularly predisposed to witches," he says thoughtfully, "although I allow as how often enough they might very well have reason."

He's still looking rather thoughtful, as he absently takes a seat next to Mordred, instead of still standing.

"One almost killed me, for instance," he offers. "Several times over, actually," he adds, looking more thoughtful again. Lots of thoughtful, yes. "At least three times. She nearly succeeded the third time, would have if not for a great deal of other magic, but I suppose she had more reason to hate me after I destroyed her power to turn others to stone."

Not exactly the same story, but not entirely dissimilar, really.

Left in the dirt to die, either way.