His mouth pursed fiercely, making him look especially terrifying. The whip fell several more times on the calm emerald-eyed woman before a keen observer murmured very close to the hunter.
"Ah? Are not both the woman and the child healthy? What's going on here?" the perceptive observer scratched his head in puzzlement.
"Are you blind? Look at the blazon on his cloak and you will understand. " Another answered the previous one.
The murmurs grew and spread like burning powder. The mob mistakenly believed that both Sascha and the boy were safe thanks to the Witch, that she was not. They must both thank the protective sigil glowing softly. This one was carved from the mana crystal on Sascha's bracelet.
