"Let me drop you to the next village. It would be wrong to not offer you help and leave you stranded until the next carriage appears," the young man offered her but the black witch was having her doubts with him insisting her. Stepping down from the carriage, he walked around the horses and Bathsheba took two steps behind to see the man walk towards the door of the carriage and open it, "I am sure you will enjoy the company," he smiled at her with the door opening. His own appearance changed to one like the black witcher. His eyes turning to slits and his face transforming the smooth complex to one that looked like a draughted land, skin that was dry and broken.
She took another step behind her and at the same time, she heard the rustle of leaves behind her to find the two of the witch hunters who had been chasing her earlier with the woman.
