Genesis
That's when I knew he had the hag, the seer, keeping tabs on me, her eyes everywhere.
I make it back to the desolate campsite where our stuff was stored, including the ancient relic the witch had given us, its power humming faintly, to transport us to and from our mission. I took my time changing into my clothing, the familiar fabric a small comfort, and breaking up the camp, erasing our presence, but it didn't take that long; we were only here for a few hours. Closing my eyes, bracing myself, I recited the words to take me home, the familiar incantation heavy on my tongue.