CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The sharp retort caught both of us off guard. The strange figure had stopped and now seemed to stare at us. A pair of wizened old hands slunk out from the large sleeves and tapped their fingernails together.
“What have we here?” a voice of an old woman cooed as the figure lifted its head.
The hood fell back to reveal a woman of about seventy with keen gray eyes. Her long white hair lay wild about her shoulders and tickled her wrinkled cheeks. She sauntered closer to us with one corner of her lips curled upward in amusement.
“A pair of lives ones among the gallery of ghouls?” she mused as she strolled around us in a wide circle. “And a dragon, to boot!” She paused to my left and narrowed her eyes at me. “And what have we here? A witch of sorts. Yes, a very p
