Swiftcurrent Creek witch hunt

Curses and abominations. That was the first thing Reverie heard as she wandered over to where Arric had gone to meet Akavir, drawn by the scent of blood. She'd managed to fit both Blossom and a small bundle of herbs in her jaws, and took a moment to set them both down nearby before she addressed her leaders.
It wasn't difficult to surmise who they were speaking of. You found the woman, She said, eyes flitting from Akavir to Arric. Did she - did she tell you why she wants Blossom? Reverie glanced down at her daughter as the question left her lips. Her sole meeting with the woman had been brief, nothing to indicate what might have warranted this.
But honestly, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know.