Chapter Thirty Three: 'What a beautiful gift for the worthy one.'
Motely(adj): incongruously varied in appearance or character; not having consistent and visible pattern or arrangement.
Hesitantly, approaching cautiously, Lorraine walked into the cave, her hands locked with that of the woman she had only met. The place was dimly lit, with candles in their holders on the floor, meandering around the crooked wall of the cave as the only source of lighting. Her eyes wandered, not catching anything that would explain to her why she was brought to the place or if danger was on its way.
"Where are we going?" She finally let the words out despite her nerves, hoping to get a good explanation from Davota.
"You have no reason to be afraid, dear. Everything will reveal itself soon."
She was not
