"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jonah grabbed his head full of hair. "What are we going to do now?"
"Calm down. We aren't dead yet." Quinlan said. "But he has a point. What are we going to do now? It won't be easy finding the witch in this castle."
"We don't need to find them. They will find us." Siderius said.
He came over to the dining table. There was a lot of food still laying around. Most of them were vegetables with occasionally a piece of meat laying around. Molded breads were everywhere.
Siderius took his serrated knife to poke at the meat.
"Hmmm."
"What's wrong?" Quinlan stood beside Siderius.
"These meats are too soft to be pork."
Siderius cut a piece of bread open. Inside was a pale thumb that lost its fingernail. Quinlan widened his eyes by the sight.
Siderius took out a piece of cloth to grab at the thumb. He didn't know if there was any poison or curse on it, so it's safer to do it that way.
"You said there were twenty-three corpses hanging in this hall before, right?"
