A sorceress! Only sorcerers went around carrying staffs because they turned their backs on the purity of the energies of the Mage and so they could no longer harness enough energy to live thus they needed the staff like a bank reserve feeding on energies from other beings. A sorcerer's soul died and they were wholly evil. They could never go back to being Mage and they needed to be destroyed.
"What are you?" Lyrah tried to crawl away but the staff was still over her heart, pumping something cold and vile into her body.
The sorceress leaned forward and Lyrah's eyes widened in shock. The sorceress had some parts of her skin scaled like a snake. Even her eyes were green and slit. When she smiled viciously, two fangs appeared. "I was once like you, a weakling." She sighed lightly as she circ
