As the night wore on, Tahira and Ariana continued to discuss their plan, pouring over maps of the castle and its surroundings, looking for any weakness they could exploit.
Sophie, who had been quietly sewing in the corner, suddenly spoke up. "Milady, if I may say something?"
Tahira turned to her. "Of course, Sophie. What is it?"
Sophie hesitated, looking nervous. "It's just that... I've been noticing some strange things about Ariana and the others who helped us at the tavern. They seem to... know things. And they have these strange symbols on their hands..."
Tahira's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with possibilities. What was Sophie trying to say?
Ariana's expression turned serious, and she leaned forward. "Sophie, what are you trying to say?"
Sophie took a deep breath. "I think they might be... witches, milady."
Sophie's words hung in the air, and Tahira's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with possibilities. But before she could ask any questions, Ariana intervened.