'Thread mage' sounded very specific, and Salem had to assume it was some fancy title because the lady otherwise made it sound like there were plenty of witches here. Maybe they all had weird, specific jobs, like celery sorcerer or couch commander. He would be happy to fill that role, if they were looking, and hurried after the thread mage's heels so no one else could volunteer in the meantime.

"So, when the snow clears up, we can get out of here. Open a portal or enchant a mirror or ask the book. Home, here I come!" he said.