The mansion 'Phordite–a once living creature, as alive as its occupants, now turned bricks and tiles, yet the witch's influence had shaped it into something new still. What had been mostly a home for servants and two named royals had turned into a factory for automaton production and the same went for potions, poisons, and hexes scribed on paper.
Darius, Aelin, and many others had joined her with the promise of helping her do something they didn't fully understand themselves. Even so, given their closeness the scribe didn't mind, and as for the others, there was profit to be made or deals to be struck. One such example was that of Shamisha and right as Raven and Monty were to arrive, Linkle was about to make good on her promise to her.
"Here take this…" Holding in her hand what appeared to be an armament with claws iron claws instead of leather binds, the witch offered the item to the sorceress.
