"Riam." The Mistress called the name for the man who had been standing near the door walk beside her.
Numhae asked herself why was the man being called. To the witches, a male witch are not as strong as a female witch, which why only women are seen as powerful. The man, however, was called by the Mistress and it didn't make sense why he would be called here now when she was almost killed.
"Here, Mistress," said Riam. Numhae saw that the man pulled out a flask which was blue in color. The liquid was almost glowing as it was shake when the Mistress took the potion.
Seeing the potion, Numhae knew she had to flee but before she could the Mistress had taken her chin with an iron grip.
"Numhae," called the Mistress, her voice was still melodious if not for the blood curdling smile she had on her face. "Do you still have anything to inform me?"
"T-the door in the Associates's building are poisoned by a white witch, but, but I know how to-"
