Agremonth was bustling. Packed with women and their belongings, the great hall was a teeming hub of activity. Nim surveyed the crowd gathered and felt satisfied with her endeavor.
Sana flitted about tallying numbers, ensuring that she accounted for everyone who would be traveling to Ovandale. A few would be staying behind as a point of contact in Ibudal if more witches presented to the castle seeking refuge.
Nim found that she was slightly disappointed that Brea would not be joining her in Ovandale. Nim had spent several nights conversing with the woman, only understanding half of what Brea said through her thick accent. Still, their friendship had grown, and Nim wondered if this would be their final parting. Both women were certainly not getting any younger.
