Ferrah
“Don't be too hasty," Gilliam said sternly. “I'm not convinced that this witch is anything more than a poorly disguised spy."
I laughed. I couldn't help it. “Disguised as what?" I asked in disbelief. “A prisoner?"
“She's hardly tried to hide her identity," one of the other elders chimed in. He was a broad shouldered man with a shaved head and a graying beard. “She attacked Onyx. That's not exactly keeping a low profile."
“I agree," Priestess Adelaide echoed.
“I'm not convinced. It's going to take more than a flimsy story like that to earn my trust." Gilliam's frown deepened. “For all we know, she was creating a distraction to allow her companions to enter the village."
“We would know if there were witches in the village," another elder noted. “Our defenses aren't that eas
