Northstar Vale 500 milligram dose administered. Experiment begins

You should be. A soft warning from beneath the breath. Such a statement made him want to gag. Disgusting creature, he spat within his mind. So how many divine bodies did this man have under his belt? One, two? A dozen? Abedi ought to turn from him now. He did not deserve the priest's time nor his mercy. Let Huku judge him. Let Nondofir swallow him whole! A fine ending to the filth who dare think of harming his gifts.

Why would I let them coil around my throat if they were not? He glanced down to Nea—who's head now hovered in the air— then back to the man. No, not a witch. Just Courtfall's medic.  And the only one to his knowledge. Everyone would count on him to mend their wounds and heal them from sickness. Even the blasphemous man before him. Having some sense of power over him bought him satisfaction. One more threat out of him and he would... have to abuse that power...

...Do not think of such things.

And who might you be? Are you a witch?