It’s been a month since the tragic death of Arnulf Jacobson. All of Devonlaire mourned for losing one of the councilmen. He may not be the kindest creature in the realm, but people had seen him as a great warrior and had contributed greatly to the maintenance of peace in the realm. At least that’s what they knew.
In that one month, many things happened. The continuous sacrificial ritual of some sort of witchcraft thing, which the councilmen had yet to determine, had the people scared. Many lives were sacrificed and they didn’t even know who’s the culprit.
Ember knew the dark witch was responsible for it, but she can’t freely speak about it for she will surely be questioned as to how she got that information. She can’t say that she was there at the first fire and had witnessed everything.
