Rhistel strode into the governor's small house in the center of the village. A man with grey hair and sunken eyes welcomed him inside a small room and offered some tea. Rhistel did not take it. He did not sit down as his clothes were covered with dirt and mud. He could feel the village chief was looking at those stains with uneasy eyes.
"We have found the kidnapped kids." The man was stunned, his eyes widened and lips parted. "They were found in the woods. You were right they were taken for a ritual but it was not the witches but the clondoire family."
The chief frowned and a look of disbelief passed his eyes. He looked at Rhistel with scrutinizing eyes when he said nothing.
Rhistel narrowed his eyes but it was not the time to start a fight, he took a deep breath and pointed at the marks on the map.
