Just as Kyra wanted to ask a few more things and confirm if she really was a so-called witch like her neighbours, she heard a couple of loud footsteps walking towards their cell.
Bree went on alert, and Nisa's eyes went wide in worry as she held little Maya closely.
Kyra caught sight of three figures entering their cell as the iron door opened up. Leading at the front was a middle-aged, short, portly man wearing grey clothes and dusty boots covered in mud. But what made him look intimidating was not his blade but the battle scar that ran from the top of his left eyebrow vertically down to his chin. He held a black whip made from leather-like material in his left hand, and a curved gold plated knife in his right as he walked in.
