The Sentinels no business but gold

he 'hmmed' in response. skellige had never considered such things worthwhile, at least not in memory. but his mother had sworne by them. "my mom said lasher was something like a witch," lionel mumbled at last, thinking of the grandfather that lived on only now through powerful memories.
"maybe that's why the forest burned." if a witch died, it would make sense that something bad might happen. he supposed, lionel quickly amended inside his head, unwilling to commit yet to any particular portent. "do you think he visits?"