Re: Penthouse level
The Queen leveled her gaze at the girl, eyes hard as they studied her. "There is no witch here at all, girl. Nor the people for whom you are searching." She paused, the snow swirling harder around the girl's ankles, making her cloak shift in the cold wind. "As for my path, though it is of no concern to you, I make my own."
She returned her attention to the Wolf, curious at his desire to leave. Something pushed forward from her memory (or was it that of the woman?), and she dropped her voice. "Be careful of woodcutters, Sir Ulv. Lest she go looking for one."