You finally made your way to the Silver Witch’s hut drenched from the storm and trembling from the cold. If you had any other choice to help find your brother, you have already done everything except asking help from the Strongest of your enemies.

You frantically knock on the door and a man adorned with jewels and gold greets you with a tired and annoyed expression.

“What does a Witch Hunter want so desperately that they have to knock on my door in the middle of the night in the storm?"