Calantha's point of view:
With that, I move a little and the sound of chattering grows louder. My palm gets sweaty and what is left of my heart hammers in my chest like a drum beat. I wipe my palm on my robe and inhale deeply before stepping into the opening.
I inhale again for the special-weird smell of witches but I smell none. Then, I kickstart my acting with hopes of Tharros getting me and flying us out of here if push comes to shove.
“Help!” I shout, adding a wince as I slowly walk to the sound putting on a pitiful face. I should have worked in the theatre if I know that this is how my acting will be.
“Please help me!” I shout again, and the sounds of chattering goes quiet.
I fall to the ground with a soft thud and start crawling. “Help…me…”
“Go and check Jas?” A hush distant vo
