Moonspear Ikkik

Antha spoke of her skills while the northerner listened closely. When she had finished speaking, he found that he understood very little of what she’d implied. Witches were not things that were discussed in his land. He had never heard of such a creature. It was a curious word, though. Issorartuyok mulled it in his mind, wondering on its meaning.

I know nothing of such beasts. Witches are not of the north.

The answer was plain. He still watched her with intent to learn what she meant. If the witches were part of her skills, Issorartuyok wished to know of them. All the talk of plans and intentions made him uneasy. It felt like they spoke of things that were not welcome in the world, though he could not place why that was.