What was that noise? Wicked looked up as she heard the rustling in the trees and footsteps.Perhaps the village children back once more to pelt her hut with stones? Little demon spawn! Didn't they banish her to the jungle so she could leave them alone? Oh sure they wanted her around when they needed an occasional curse or they needed to talk to a spirit but when the work was done she was once again a social pariah.Or perhaps it was another mob. But there hadn't been any talk of ruined crops or any horrible diseases, so there was no reason for them to bother her with their false accusations.
As she heard the unmistakable sounds of one of Anthony's traps she knew something was up. She raced over a better look and sure enough Anthony had something and the human looked hauntingly familiar but seemed to be speaking in tongues.She peered around a tree and demanded to know what was going on.