Irene left the inn and disappeared down a dark alley. She placed her hand in her pocket and pulled out the lock of hair she had taken from George and smirked. She may not have gotten all of her questions answered, but this was a start. She tucked it safely inside a small leather pouch. She let down her long blonde hair and covered herself with a long black cloak. She needed to get back to the coven and report what she had managed to accomplish. She stuck to the alleys until she reached the outskirts of town. She slipped into the night and disappeared into the woods. Her coven met deep in this forgotten forest and she could easily navigate them by now. She followed the same winding path she always did and found her coven's meeting place.
"What took you so long?" An elderly woman beaconed out from deep inside a cave.
