Keller

When we arrived at Getta’s place, she was pounding something on a small mortar. She didn’t even bother to look at us.

Bennett gently laid the guard, wrapped in a white material, over a wooden bed in a corner. With Getta pounding, I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that she knew we were coming.

“You responded to my message rather promptly,” Getta transferred the content of all she boiled into a small cauldron. With a snap of her fingers, a small fire appeared beneath ...