The woman walked forward from the crowd, stepping past the other villagers who parted for her.
Her expression was serious and determined, her jaw set.
Amir, still rolling on the ground in agony, looked up at her through pain-filled eyes.
"Aren't you..." His voice trailed off as he stared at the innkeeper.
The woman stood before him now. She looked down at him with pure disgust in her eyes, then turned back to face me.
"What do you think?" she asked.
I mean, she'd just casually said to burn them alive. I hoped she knew he was one of the Saytans... that he was a captain of the branch here. But still...
"Sure, witch," I replied, a smirk creeping onto my face.
She was the same innkeeper from the inn me and Sera had gone to after escaping the village. The witch who liked weird nicknames.
She reflected my smirk with one of her own.
"Then I will carry on the ritual, if you don't mind," she said.
