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Seeking Help

"A witch, you say?" Illeron asked, utterly surprised.

"Seriously? This is still going on?" Erik exclaimed disbelievingly. "It's been two centuries, and witches are still hanging around here?"

Azrael nodded solemnly, then shared a simplified version of the truth.

"We need to find somewhere else. Are there any other villages nearby?" Azrael asked Erik, who raised his eyebrows in thought.

"Well, there's a village a few days' journey from here, but bringing this many people with us could be problematic," Erik replied.

"How far away is the village?" Azrael inquired.

"It's about a week or two on foot," Erik answered.

"Two weeks? Walking?!" Illeron exclaimed incredulously.

Erik nodded, and Azrael contemplated their options.

"Have you inquired about the origins of these people?" Azrael questioned.