Ezeldah was up on her feet, not in any position to give the old man any hair. If it was Igram's hair, she would have not minded partying ways with that hair, but not Fiona's. She found it difficult for unknown reasons.
Yesterday she had no problem killing off the stupid witch, but now she was having second thoughts. There was something lingering at the back of her head that she wanted answers to and not a dead body.
"Is there going to be a problem with giving us the mother's hair?"
"I do not have," Ezeldah replied.
The old man did not believe her. She hesitated a lot before giving him a reply, which was a red flag.
"I thought this was a cooperating meeting."
"No, I thought you came here to accuse me of sending some useless witches to attack your useless cult," Exeldah corrected, inquiring where the mother and daughter were last seen.
