"We volunteer our witch, your Majesty."

Your Witch's eyes turn deathly cold as the words send a buzz through the crowd. All eyes turn to you and your companion. The Lord Inquisitor calls for your witch to be shackled immediately, while the King appears somewhat saddened by your choice.

"My thanks to you, Oathsworn. Your sacrifice knows no bounds," says the King. "Lord Inquisitor. This lady shall not be harmed until necessary. See that she is well looked after until the time comes. We owe her that much." Turning back to you he continues, "More souls will be needed but the task is made easier by what you have done".