Near the auction house
Dressed only in her decent chemise, a classic brown nightgown of low-quality wool fabric that provides a flowing and flattering look with a frill at the neckline, Blanca and Mora hid behind a haystack in the midnight darkness. Inside a little cottage on the backside of the auction house, just a pebble's throw away, the men from the Winterberg Village were torturing someone. A young woman's screams echoed across the farm's meadow.
"Please, sirs! I speak the truth! I am not a witch." The young woman let out a shriek, high and hideous. Blanca couldn't see what the villager's raiders were doing to her inside the cottage, but she'd sighted the blades in their hands a minute ago when the men came parading down the road.
"Don't you bloody intervene, Blanca." "We don't know about these people, and Elfar won't be…"
"Mora, I just couldn't watch them hurting that poor woman." "We need to help her."
