“Halt!” Kurtz heard a shout as he walked towards a large burnt tree.
There were several other trees around, just as large as this tree and they surrounded a group of tents in a large circle.
Magicians could be seen moving to and fro around the place but one of them had now sighted and shouted, alerting the others.
Slowly, the magicians stopped whatever they were doing as they huddled together, their eyes glaring into his with unconcealed hostility.
“I am not an enemy, I just brought back a dying ally of yours.” Kurtz said motioning to his shoulder on which Dunn’s body hung, all the amours pried away from him.
“Ally.” A voice suddenly spoke, confident and booming of power that the rest of the Witches eyes seems to lit up as they stepped aside for the incoming figure.
“Leader Warbler.” Kurtz called with a smile looking at the newcomer, it turned out to be the red head leader of the magicians.