The Hot Air Balloon Trade

"Your Highness, I wanted to ask you when we entered through the door," began Hogg, looking like he was finally able to breathe. He was next to a barrel with an empty pot of ice water that he had finished. "The painting in the hall... I'm afraid that an average person couldn't draw it. Whether it's the realism or that it's from the perspective of the air overlooking the Earth." He paused and lowered his voice. "This is... A witch's work?"

Roland looked at Margaret and she nodded. "Your Highness please rest assured, Hogg is my old friend of many years. He is no threat to witches."