Neve Nevergreen - Smallfolk Rogue
"Hmm? The eye?" Neve looked up at the cleric with a squint. It was odd, admittedly, but not witch odd . . . looking back to the tower, the smallwoman shrugged. Not for the first time she wondered the ghoul-touched woman wonder if the Fell was perhaps a bit too familiar with the strange.
"Watcher, probably. Physical manifestation of some sort of scrying spell, or a conjured servant acting as much the same. What's strange is it seems insensate to the attackers. It's watching, but it's not watching us . . . " that was curious, she considered, but knew not what to make of it. Aside from recognizing the obvious magic to the eye she was as in the dark as any of them. Was it odd that she expected it to move?
"Anyway, yes. A plan. Can't say I have much of one but by they seem affeared of the witch so . . . " lifting a hand to gesture to the assembled party. " - so we're the witch. Or we make like her in her stead. Could treat with them pretending to be her summoned servants, or - " she almost snaps her fingers, pausing the motion before the crack of flesh and thumb, turning it into a skyward point that queries the tallfolk around her. " - do any of you have flaming oil, or supplies for a lantern? They spoke of being burned by the witches' defense from affar, and a lobbed flask is as good as a fireball if done from hiding. Wouldn't e'en need to reveal ourselves."