From the same stable through which she'd entered the inn, Regalia and the witch were soon about to leave. However, upon seeing the blood rain and the gore gushing from a crimson sky, the demi-wolf's mind was frozen in a state of fear and awe. Watching it pitter-patter from the sheltered stable, she stood beside the witch's wagon, wondering where this woman had come from and what were these powers that required such a strange price.
The sudden neighing of a horse pair brought her out of her mind for a moment. As she turned, she noticed two ethereal dark horses, the bodies of which were translucent. Bound to the red wagon that belonged to the witch, their dark eyes looked back at Regalia as if peering deep inside her very soul.
"I've put her in." Walking out of the wagon with a top hat and a crossbow, the crimson witch Erika gestured for the wolf to come closer. "She should be fine as is, but you should still sit next to her."
