บท 90: Witch Way?

"I am called Dreth, and I am here to seek your aid," Dreth replied with as much dignity as he could manage through a closed door.

"Really? Our aid is it?" the voice replied. "Better come on into our lair then, hadn't you, if you're feeling brave."

The door swung open, and Dreth stepped inside, followed more slowly by the others, who cast glances at each other, apprehensive at this invitation into the lair of powerful magic users.

Inside, against all of Frumble's expectations, was a small cosy room, much in the style of ones favourite grandmother. A fire crackled merrily in a stone hearth, with the traditional large metal cauldron hanging over it, with contents he couldn't, thankfully, see. The whitewashed walls were clean, and small pictures hung at random intervals.