"I think we're too late already, Gala." Alvaro muttered under his breath as they leered at the scene below them.
She easily spotted Lavina amongst the crowd, with her green skin standing out too much. The troublesome conjoined witch was standing beside her, whispering things to the head witch of Navania.
Lavina's outburst was definitely Carlia's and Ajayka's doing. Even for a short period of time, she had already made out her character. Lavina was very reasonable; acting on impulses was not in her nature.
She studied the situation below; the witches were busy throwing hateful remarks against the defenseless orcs that were tied by a glowing rope that she suspected was one of the witches' magical artifacts.
