[THE MIDLANDS]
"Is that why you let them go to Ulrike and Zelina when you care about them?" Nymeriah asked, and Alanor stopped in his tracks, before he rushed to the woman who was already inside his house, and began choking her with his magic.
He didn't care that she looked tiny, because he could tell that she had been alive for so many years, if she was a warlock who was outside of Greroth.
If anything the warlocks moved to Greroth three hundred years ago, which meant that Nymeriah had to be more than that. And by Alanor's count, that was enough for her to be a spy for the warlocks, or for one of the factions; and that was too much of a risk, even for him.
"Who are you and what do you really want?" Alanor asked angrily, not letting go of his magic on Nymeriah's neck.
