The witch's words dropped like an explosive in their ears.
"Were you spying on us?" She snarled at the witch, who was laughing maniacally in front of them.
"Don't ask the obvious, Galatea." She haughtily replied, curling her fingers.
Alvaro, next to her, spread his hands and was ready to summon a fireball. "Don't, Alvaro." She hissed, stopping the young warrior. "I'm not going to let anyone shed blood tonight. We will not resort to any violence."
Right off the bat, he closed his fist and straightened his back.
The witch clapped her hands like a mad woman. The menacing grin on the faces of both heads was disturbing. "Aww, it must be nice to play like a heroine, right, Galatea? You were trying to act like an honorable person when the truth was just like the orcs: you were rotten on the inside, except for the fact that the orcs looked already rotten on the surface." Ajayka mocked her with an annoying expression on her face.
