They were all dressed in full black and of various heights. Their faces were covered with black masks, leaving only their eyes visible. Their eyes looked deadly and their black armours seemed impenetrable. “How are we going to fight these guys?” Renwar pondered.
“What do you want with us?” Satin yelled.
“Just the witches we want. The rest of you humans are free to go,” the tallest one replied.
His voice sounded familiar somehow, Renwar thought.
As the black-armoured people talked, they slowly advanced on the small group with bows and arrows in hand, except for the shortest one, who had no weapons at all. Renwar kept an eye on him as they drew closer.
“Look, no witches are among us. We are all Christians waiting here to meet a friend and have a good time.” Satin explained.
The small
