The wings of a black raven fluttered around a window all covered in soot. The maleficent stood up and moved closer to it with a slight smirk on her pale face. “ -What do we want here ? ” She snatched a feather from his little, black head. “ -Oh … A visitor … How nicccce.”
Black robes rustle on the cold floor. The murderous witch’s breath put all the candles out. Better run, little human, better run. You can hear the laughter of ghosts “ -What do we want here ? Stranger ? ”
Ghosts and dark memory and endless night. Bard fought against a shiver as he stepped forth from his hiding place, bow cocked and eyes ablaze.
“I would have your sorcery,” he spoke, voice quiet but unwavering. “My youngest, she is–”
Ill, so very ill, and Master Darian could not find a way, nor did he know of any healers with such arcane knowledge, and was Bard not charged with the protection of his children? No matter the cost?