The witch we had been following led us to the farthest hut in the village, and we stepped inside.
The interior was very primitive, with a fireplace where she clearly did all her cooking, an old wooden table, a few chairs, and some books. Her bed was positioned against one wall. That was all there was to it.
The hut itself was made of sticks and clay, and it felt like we had stepped back in time.
“Tea?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Landon whispered.
“I’m not going to poison Lila’s daughter,” the woman stated, causing Landon to look at her strangely.
“That’s the first time in a long time I’ve actually heard someone call her by name,” I remarked as I settled into one of the chairs.
“Well, she was very special to me,” the witch said.
“What’s your
