A promise
"So it's you, Endor! I don't think there are any old grudges between us, is there? Why are you causing problems at my place?" Stepping out from the vortex, Eclivel immediately saw the old witch with a peculiar look. Unable to press down his anger, he roared, "Don't you forget, this is the territory of the Zhentarim Association! You, the Northern Witches, have no right to show your arrogance here!"
Still holding onto her broom, the old witch let out a shivering laugh that sounded like the cries of a night owl. She looked at Eclivel, who appeared to be ferocious in appearance but feeble in essence, with a disdainful expression, and said, "Zhentarim Association? Would they publicly drive off us, the Northern Witches, just because of your tiny little resource site?"