Adriel threw the pouch back at me like it was crawling with snakes. "WHY DO YOU HAVE CHROMIDS IN THERE?" His voice cracked. He shouldn't have trusted this mad witch. She had dozens of Chromids stuffed inside that tiny bag.
"Oh right," I said casually, tapping my chin. "Back at the dungeon, I killed as many as I could before finding Sir Kaelith's remains."
"Mister, don't worry—they're already dead," I reached one and let it float in the kitchen.
Adriel nearly tripped over his own feet trying to grab a ladle like it was a weapon. "Then why are you keeping them?!"
I tilted my head innocently. "Because I can control them."
His jaw slackened. "…What?"
"This is my Gift," I said smoothly, even though it was a complete lie. "I can control the dead to do my bidding."
Adriel pinched the bridge of his nose, his mind spiraling. 'What kind of terrifying Gift is that? She really is a mad witch!'
