Sollena can’t get to believe that they are captured just like that and that the chances of escaping can be so difficult. One thing is for sure, they must escape before these witches call or bring them to Imogen. Sollena takes a deep breath and continuously struggles to make her wrist ache as the rope embedded with a dark spell rubs into her skin and the contact with it feels like being burned. When she finally gets her hand free she starts to reach for his dagger hidden on her larp bag inside her dress and the only weapon she has that those dark witches did not take since it is the weapon she concealed in case of situations like this.
“Miss Sollena, what are you…”
“Sush, we need to escape these witches. Do you think you can place a spell on their drinks to make them sleep?” Sol
