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Syra opened her mouth to protest but was quickly cut off by M'Kama's advancement on the Witch. What she was seeing wasn't justice, and Qunith seemed to be just as much a prisoner as those she was torturing. This was life in the wastelands though, a mistake would cost you your life, betrayal was a dangerous game no matter the intention, you could never escape a blood-oath. A debt would always need to be paid, and blood was as valuable as gold. Syra knew these people had nothing to offer in exchange for their lives, it made her blood boil, she was growing tired of the senseless death this world seemed to covet so much. She had half a mind to grab as much gold as she could and find someone who would take her of world.


"Welcome, welcome all..." The Witch's voice filled their ears. Syra balled her fists and stood up straight, eager to hear what this vile woman had to say to them all, what tricks she would offer in exchange for their wildest dreams. She worried her companions would see her offerings and swear their allegiance to the Witch, their every move relayed back to her while they ran her devious errands.