Redsand Canyon One more drink, one less I’ll lose

She wanted the skull of the witch woman.
From one witch to another, it seemed.
The Teekons was crawling with them.
He suspected the old coastal one to be dead now, though it did strike him now that that new, younger costal woman bore quite the resemblance to Illidan and Caiaphas.
Strange.

He shook her body with the utmost vigour and off bumbled the head, leading to the conversation mentioned above.
Leave her body.
Perhaps it would be best. Not to touch.
Not to disturb the evil.
But to settle the spirit, and keep it underground away from the living, it would be safer.
But Donovan was to be respected and feared; Derg only respected him.
Nemisis didn't deserve the burial.

Colin walked away, and Derg stood to watch a moment longer before following the Priest, probably back to Warriors Heart. Well, that was where Derg was going anyway.