Greenling
When he finally drew away, wiping his own eyes with the sleeve of his shirt, I asked “did you really mean what you said? About magic being real? Because I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that information.”
“Neither do I to be honest” he replied gravely, shaking his head. “Perhaps no one does; but I’ve heard tales of a group that lives far on the west side of this continent. I believe they call themselves witches, the Witches of… something or another. It’s been a long time since I’ve been there.”
“You’ve been outside?!” I exclaimed. “Outside of the Estate? And you’ve traveled?? What was it like!! How far does it the continent reach, and long ago did you– “