A frown crept over Desmond’s face as he looked at you. With a firm grip on your chin, he muttered, "Such a waste, if only you hadn't practiced witchcraft... I can't stand to see such a pretty face sullied."

The guards were relentless in their pursuit of you, refusing to believe that the herbs in your possession were merely medicinal, hence why you were accused.

"Sit still, witch," Desmond whispered, his breath brushing past your ear. “I'll exorcise the evil from your soul."