The veiled witch glanced at Nidra’s three vials as she stirred herbs into a bubbling pot over a brazier. “No, that should be sufficient.” By the scent of clover and lilies wafting from the pot,…
Recalling their chat about the veiled witch, Nidra inclined a slow nod. “The mysterious one who always wears a veil and supposedly can magic anything, no matter how difficult.” Aislinn beamed. “She sounds promising.” Although…
The knock on the door roused Nidra from her doze. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, Nidra stumbled across the room to answer the door. Whoever was waiting would be her first customer to brave the…