Thirty-six:
Crimson Ashland
It was quite sometime before we reached the camp where the witches lived. From what I knew of them, they were nomadic, traveling from village to village. Even though every village had at least one witch in it, villagers still got upset if there were large numbers of them for too long. My body ached as I kept up with The High Priestess. Finally, we arrived at the camp site. There were colorful tents everywhere, from pink, to purple, to blue.
Children ran through, and in the distance, there were horses tied to trees.
“Horses,” I said, “I thought you would travel by magic.”
The High Priestess laughed. “Traveling by magic is dangerous. You could say a spell wrong and wind up in an enemies dungeon. We travel on foot like everyone else. Magic
