That statement was met with giggles from the fluttering lights. “Aptly put.â€? Was all that came from the elfin woman.

Moira groaned again as she tried to sit up, she didn’t trust her legs not to forsake her. Instead she crossed them in front of her and looked up at the strange woman. In turn the woman gave her a reassuring smile. “So you gonna tell me where I am or are you going just stand there smiling?”

“Your head must be hurting. Here drink this.” One of the small lights fluttered towards her with a vile that was almost twice it’s size.

Moira took the vile and gave it a once over, “Uh huh, see here’s the thing I don’t drink strange glowing liquids from strange woman who purposely avoid my questions.”

“Suit yourself but we must be going. It is not safe to stay here for long. Even as we speak they’re on their way.”

“Who?” Moira asked absentmindedly she was still starring at the vile. She took the top off and gave it a sniff and pulled it away from her. It smelled horrible.

“The Witch’s soldiers.”