The cleric utters a heavy sigh. "Wish I knew who these witches are and where they came from. Our chieftain, th

The cleric utters a heavy sigh. "Wish I knew who these witches are and where they came from. Our chieftain, the great Armag — spirits bless him — trusts them as if they were holy oracles. He sent us with them to these dead hills, and none but the Sisters and the chieftain himself know why. Who am I to confront the chieftain? So now we wander around these lands, chasing the unknown."