City of Neverwinter, north of the border city wall.
Upon reaching the former test site, Iffy found that many witches were already gathered there. Among them were Maggie and her perpetual companion, a golden-haired young girl.
"She seems to be called Lightning." Iffy thought.
When the young girl saw Iffy, she viciously shook her fist and grimaced, before tugging Maggie to a far distance away.
If it were three days ago, Iffy would have made it a point to lecture the two of them that they have to maintain respect in front of a combat witch.
But this time, she simply laughed silently.
The young girl's alert expression reminded Iffy of Annie. "When I was at that age, Annie was just like that girl. She was always careful and vigilant, and always walked in front to protect me."
It's clearly only by chance that the two of us sought refuge together.
Perhaps, this is what the Union calls... "sisters".
