At night, within Abigail's summoning space.
Abigail, Qiqimora, and Lamia, the three Great Witches, were gathered around a table, waiting.
"Why hasn't the Warden arrived yet?" Qiqimora asked, a lit cigarette in her hand, "I'm almost out of smokes."
"He has not responded to the summoning," Abigail said. "Either the token has left his possession, or he has suppressed the token with his power."
"Is there an issue... or has he already been taken care of?" Lamia hissed, "If he was dealt with this early, we'd miss out on a lot of fun."
"After all, he is a saint; he shouldn't die that easily," Abigail said.
"Did any of you seriously consider what we'd do if he really was done for?" Lamia suddenly said.
"Since we have already chosen to bet on him, we might as well stick with the wager until the end," Qiqimora said calmly.
"Heh, it's rare for us to be in agreement," Lamia laughed.
"Here he comes!" suddenly said Abigail.
