Evil, Savior, Tomatoe Tomahtoe

The irony of the dream wasn't lost on me. Or the fact that once I woke up with a raven on my nightstand, warning me of someone coming, that I wasn't dreaming at all. With a groan I sat up, not necessarily meaning to, but mostly out of habit at this point. It was weird, this was only the second day and yet, was that chanting outside? 

"Your awake," Munin mused. "Good we have more work to do."

I held out my hand and they flew to it before climbing onto my shoulder. A maid opened the door and paused. "Excuse me ma'am but may I lead you to the main hall, we staff of the manor would like to ask you a few questions." 

"Yes, please lead the way." I stood and followed her. Once we reached the main hall I was shocked at the state of the staff of the house. Dressed like slaves I could only imagine they were treated the same. 

"What would you like to do with us, Great Witch?" Now that caused my eyebrow to arch. I didn't think I'd be called anything, but I liked the way that sounded. 

"Stay with the house. I may still have need of you. Discard those rags though. Take all of these gaudy trinkets and sell them. Dig through the treasury and disperse it amongst yourselves and the people. I plan to show them how a town is truly run. Which of you is in charge?" 

Two people stepped forward, a man in his possibly late fifties and a woman in her late forties if I was to guess. Made my heart ache as they did so.