Lost Creek Hollow umquam

the witch lay near at hand, crippled and vulnerable.

"romans do not care for what is pagan," he spoke at last. "you are crowfeather's ally and therefore you are my own. in addition, i am a man who must work lest i grow restless."

there was a briefly amused look in his eye that passed. for a moment he almost spoke of aquillius but then saw fit not to mention his own bias in this pursuit.