Samson spent the next hour telling me how after my disappearance, the Grounds had started to recruit the people who use to see me.
They used Samson's grief of my supposed death, hiring him as a security guard for the lower levels.
In the lower levels, they kept potential Witches they'd driven out over the years since they destroyed my Coven.
Young girls, as old as fifteen, were kept in cells in the dark. Trained with minimal access to knowledge that from what Samson retold, wouldn't be enough for any person to prove if they were a Witch or not.
There were a handful of potions a non-Witch can make just by using the right ingredients. Samson's list for the girls was every single one.
So when they were handed similar ones to what I had made, they didn't work and the girls would be punish
