Fiery arrows flew through the sky as Rhychard heard people shouting for the death of the Warrior. He glanced around and saw dozens of people screaming while waving their pitchforks and sickles, some holding torches high, while others kept firing arrows. He panicked, thinking Mephalus broke free from the barriers they placed around him, yet the flames weren't burning Rhychard this time. Instead, it was more like…
He glanced around and, across the street in front of an empty house, he saw Famallumi standing with his arms outstretched, palms up, as he recited the tale of Mephalus' death. Standing to either side of the apprentice was Ohlin and Sheehan, their swords drawn, braced for battle. Two of the witches Rhychard remembered seeing at The Murky Cauldron, a tall, thin boy and a robust look
