The young witch led them to a small cabin nestled in a corner of the village. It was moderately large—far bigger than Alicarde had anticipated. Cassandra had mentioned they only had a single room, so he was expecting something much smaller.
'Witches must be quite generous with space in their architectural designs,' he mused, his curiosity piqued.
Though the interior was yet to be seen, he also had to consider the possibility of traps. But that was a concern for future Alicarde.
The young witch guiding them had been noticeably uneasy, occasionally glancing back at them. Now that they stood before the cabin, she seemed eager to part ways.
"Th-this is the cabin," she stammered.
"There's a bath and kitchen inside, so you should be able to manage…"
Malefica nodded, and the young witch quickly turned to leave. However, in her haste, she tripped and fell face-first into the dirt.
