The old man, known as the Witch finder for deeds accomplished in times long past, watched through a scrying focus as his creature apprehended some of those he felt sure would lead him to the girl. His thoughts turned sour as he reminded himself that he could no longer trust anybody not directly under his control to accomplish a task for him. His former underling Maolsechlan had shown him that. Despite his years of service and unswerving loyalty, indecision had proven his downfall, and he had been sent to the eternity of torment that awaited any of those unlucky enough to be taken by the Golem, a creature of stone and darkest magic. He should have taken the chance when it presented itself, and captured the girl he was sent to look for, not return with assurances that they would not get far.
