VEILWOOD
"What do you mean we should prepare for a burial?" Laura snapped at the witch. "We have another problem, you haven't even attempted finding her, and now you're speaking of burials. If you refuse to help us, I'd chase you and your fellow witches out of these lands."
Mozart let out a dry laugh at the Luna's statement. "You speak like you're doing us a favour."
Reynolds clasped his hand behind him. The guards stood by Mozart's side. He had ordered them to bring her to the packhouse forcefully, since she refused to come when her presence was requested.
They asked for help from her in finding Maria, but she rudely told them to prepare a burial.
"You wouldn't mess with us!" Reynolds gritted his teeth. "Can you find her?"
"I can't." Mozart retorted. The Luna folded her arms, not believing the witch. "Prepare a burial."
