"And? Are you a witch?"
When Isabel spoke, she tried to keep her voice as calm and even as possible, but even she couldn't help but think of the children's tales she'd grown up with when it came to the horrors of a wicked witch who could destroy whole towns and armies all by themselves.
There was a reason, after all, why the Inquisition aggressively hunted people on the slightest suggestion that they might be a witch. After all, witches were one of the few threats the Kingdom of Gaal faced that could drive one of the Church's legendary Exemplars to make a move, though if there were records of battles between the Exemplars and Witches, Isabell had never seen them.
"Isabell, how could you say something like that?" Tiernan asked, twisting in his seat to stare at Isabell as if she'd transformed into a stranger. "Ashlynn couldn't be an evil…"
