A Huntress Names Valerie
“Are you certain this is the place she was staying, Auguste?” Giselle withheld her grimace as they slowed to a stop in front of the Battershin Inn. It was surprisingly large and well kept compared to the sparse cottages around it. The ruckus coming from inside and the smell of beer and bile in the street, however, made her feel dizzy. The sooner they were done, the better.
“Lord Omura insisted that most of the reports of undead bounties confirmed to be killed by the Witch were sub...