Robarte couldn't help but not smile looking at the mess his older sister was in.
"Stop smiling so much. I have already dragged your name in it," smiled the woman giving him a look that had the smile disappear from his face instantly, "I told them you have been helping me."
"That cannot be true unless you let go one of the witch hunters who is working for the black witches," stated Robarte, "Tell me you didn't do it," he demanded from her who chuckled. Looking up at the sky she smiled more.
"You were taking your own sweet time to find this time. How long has it been this time?"
"Just a bit longer than the last," answered Robarte who gave a look at the witch hunter and then started to walk away from it to be followed by Laurae.
"Bit?" Laurae asked, appalled by it. Her black witch features finally surfacing to the scaly skin she was born with, "It has been more than twelve years," she accused him.
