"The house is over there, handsome brother!"
The little girl pointed ahead, and Nolan turned his head to follow the direction of her finger.
The house was made of wood and stood at the edge of the village, surrounded by dense trees as if it were cut off from the outside world.
It wasn't very big, but it was enough for one person. A small courtyard was enclosed by a simple wooden fence, meant to protect the owner from wild beasts.
On the left side was a modest flower garden, alternating with potato plants, tomatoes, and other crops.
Does Claire live here? Isn't this too much? Nolan frowned.
The house was about four hundred meters from the settlement. For such a small village, this kind of location was definitely dangerous.
What if a wolf or some other beast attacked her?
She could die on the spot without anyone ever knowing.
Still, since Claire was considered a witch and shunned by the villagers, such isolation did make sense.
