EDIN
I set out grimly on my horse, my direction set. The people of the village last traced her going west from there and I immediately set out after her. After the village however, no one has caught sight of her and my continuous march forward is borne mostly of hope and determination. I will surely hear something about her in the next village, I have her description and somebody must have sighted her if she came in this direction. The tales of her that I heard from the village she resided in makes my decision all the more easier.
When I got to the village, the people were still in shock several days after the event happened. They told tales of a wicked witch, who they let into their midst and in the greatest show of mercilessness and ungratefulness, she turned around and nearly sent th
