Red long tunics,
Bald heads everywhere, no woman in sight.
Kendra’s nose wrinkled in disgust.
She was surely going to have to rethink her decision to join the troupes and find another plan instead.
Because she knew that with her physical features, it was going to be an almost impossible feat to achieve.
Perhaps she could sneak into the camp as a maid?
She wasn’t sure that would get her close to Alaric as fast as she wanted.
And at this point, she needed to win Alaric Macintyre's trust, so much so that she’d become a confidante of some sorts to him. That way, it wouldn’t be suspicious getting him to disclose to her the name of his witch and seer, the woman who was rumored to be the most powerful witch in all of Axon.
And then she would kill him, of course.
With her mind wandering
