>>5314157The Chancellor frowned, a magical disturbance, it was never something good. And he dared to ask.
-Isn't it something that the Mage's Guild needs to investigate instead of us ? I mean it is their craft after all, and I suppose you already know what this disturbance is since you are a skilled seer, O wise one.
It is when he saw something that truly afraid him, for a fraction of a second the epitome of arrogance that was this high elf seemed unsure of himself, he had never seen him lose his composure even for such a small time and he feared what it meant. After this instant the Archmage answered
-The Mage's Guild is... not always very wise in it's actions and it would be better to know the situation before them. Send some men to escort Lexomil. He will take care of the rest.
The chancellor bowed his head, it would be done, but before this he would need to write to his nephew, there was something Rotten in the Barony of Someplace, and he needed to know what had happened.
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MEANWHILE IN THE COUNTRYSIDE BETWEEN SOMEPLACE AND LOCAL
-Tell me where is your jewelry you ugly hag !
Told the voice of Ancel le purineur, your brave scout, when he was applying a hot poker to the behind of the witch who cried and repeated for a third time. She squeled like a pig that was butchered.
-Aaaaaah ! Nooo ! Please ! I already told you that it is in the room behind us, my sister had the key, you killed her...
-You are lying, hag ! I am sure there is more treasure that..
-Silence Ancel, tell me, vile crone, is there any other heretics in the area ? Do they change into wolves and worship demons too ? Should we purge everything around, are some local villagers in league with you ?
The distorted, fat and ugly hag sobbed a bit more when Ancel tried to poke her a new time with his red hot torture instrument. She was annoying you, you already were wounded and had a broken leg, you did not need her insupportable crying bothering you.
-Aaaah, yes, there is another coven, deeper in the hills but they are less numerous than us... It is to the east.. In a cave near a hollow tree...
At least it was factual information. You asked her a second time, to be sure, and then ordered.
-Father François, it is your turn.
The adipose priest was tired, he told her in a weary voice.
-Renounce your faith in Belzebuth and you will die in Christ's peace.
The hag seemed unimpressed.
-Christ who ? And Belzebuth what is this thing I... And I thought you will let me live ! Traitor !
You smiled and answered smugly.
-A word given to a serf, or a witch is worth nothing, only oaths taken between gentlemen have to be respected.
