The Elder stepped into the house behind Belladonna, and immediately flinched in surprise before bowing his head.
"I apologise, I did not realise you were in the middle of an initiation."
The strange woman, who the Elder had referred to as the Witch, simply waved him off with one hand and did not bother lifting her head from the body.
She dipped a needle into a clay jar that she had sitting beside her, which was filled to the brim with an old, pungent blood, before pressing the needle against the body and whacking the other end with a hammer.
As for the body, it was a young Orc who was doing his absolute best to stay as still as possible, as not to ruin everything the Witch was doing.
If he even so much as flinched, not only would he be showing weakness, but she would slap him for ruining her marking. It was safe to say he was scared of the Witches wrath more.
