Megrin rolled her eyes.
"It's not heart I lack, but a soul," she muttered, then waved off to him. "Bye, bye blondey. Let's hope for both of our sakes we never meet again." and she folded her arms across her chest and watched him be off.
Then with a sniff, she turned around and waved the idea off. "Men, thinking they can always fix things." And she went about, staring at the land. To her, it looked like anything but beautiful. Even at the edge of death, death was.. well, death- a cold, grey matter she had to deal with everyday. But she was thankful to be along as she approached a tree and leaned against it, pressing her forehead int her arm with a sagging frown. She couldn't feel her master, which was peculiar, but perhaps the party distracted him for the moment enough to halt his pursuit? And it was then she began to realize, perhaps she should have taken the man up on his offer to take her far away from here. But she knew it wouldn't matter. Akh-meht would find her. He always did.
And as if on cue, the wrinkled old witch stepped out from the shadows, a lantern in hand as she gave an eerie chuckle.
"Ah, there you are, Megrin, my sweet. The master was worried about you, that he was."
Megrin rolled her eyes and stepped away.
"Can't I eve have one minute alone?" she griped, folding her arms against her chest.
The witch turned to her, adjusting her eyes that rested loosely in their sockets.
"Oh, but you've had plenty of that time now, deary. Come along then, don't make me get the hounds."
Irritated, Megrin whirled around.
"Then why don't you summon your hounds? I refuse to go with you!" she barked.
The witched reared back, not expecting Megrin to be so non-compliant.
"Well, Akh-meht will surely hear about this," the witch cackled and reached out an old withered hand and snatched onto Megrins wrist. "Now come along, you know how I hate the dogs. Hell hounds and their fleas and all. And that fire- inducing bark!" She shook her head disapprovingly
Megrin curled her lips and fought back.
"NO! LET GO!" Megrin shouted, and yanked her hand free of the witch, only for hte old woman to cackle out angrily as shadows whipped out from her arms and clung onto Megrin's wrist, like a chain.
"Are you forgetting your place?" the old wench reminded the girl as she gave a jerk and Megrin fell forward, clean into the dirt. "And what's this? It seems you've messed up your dress. Tsk, tsk. Ahk-meht will be most displeased. How are you to be on the dance floor like that?"
"I want no more part of this! Let me go, you old, ugly witch!" Megrin shouted, grabbing a nearby fallen branch and swung it at the old witch's face, only for her to caw like a bird as the witch dodged it, but not without it knocking out one of her loose eyes and making it drop away intot he grasses.
"That's it!"t he witch shouted. "I'm calling in the hell hounds!"