Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131023233155/@comment-11457306-20131027034112

The elderly witch summoned the others with one hand to come and retrieve Torene's still form. "Take her to her chamber.  I will be there shortly." Her eyes never left Peri.

"Speak."

Peri didn't ask what to speak about. She spilled it all, beginning with meeting Torene under Markarth, how she'd figured out what Torene was after Mak for, about the Thalmor, Vaermina and the Miasma, Ghede's betrayal and finally coming back to the Imperial Cult's hideout to find Mak dead and the Miasma's offer of hope to bring him back. Her stepmother questioned her then.

"Why would Torene leave the man's side?"

"That I don't know.  Something happened--I don't know what.  You'll have to ask her."

The old woman made a sound of irritation. "If I find any of this is your fault, Peri--"

"Yes, I know.  You'll make sure I die in the most horrible fashion possible.  Mum, I brought her back.  I didn't have to, you know.  I could have left her there.  Why would I do that if I had anything to do with what happened?  You sent her to mate with a man who lives a very dangerous life.  Is it any wonder that she got caught in it?" (All trace of her peasant speech was gone.)

The head of the Coven regarded her stepdaughter with glittering eyes. Then she turned on her heel, calling out to the rest of the witches who watched. "Bring her."