His task was to transport you, that was all. Seemed like easy coin, although many outright refused it. Simon needn’t pry, he knew all too well that men weren’t too privy to the close company of witch, especially if the journey was as arduous as this.

He did not fear you. In fact, the hunter appeared all too indifferent towards the eerie hymns that slipped past your lips. Steering your makeshift cage in complete silence. That was until he tossed a water-skin in your direction.

“Drink.”