The SoulBorn Queen
The Children of the Blessed were idiots; they were fools.
"Other than more recruits for me, and you staying well away from the wall, we have no idea what all these attacks mean," the mercenary continued. Particularly if the High Wiz begin to show up— or, worse still, one of the High Lords. They would make the virelya appear to be canines.
I examined her rough, scarred hands, which were dried out by the weather. "Have you ever encountered a different kind of Witch?"
"You don't want to know, girl—not unless you want to be hurling up your breakfast," she said as her eyes closed.