How delicious! How easy! Heathbrand never suspected his fevers were not of the natural kind. In his delusion, it had been so simple to insert herself into the ownership of his estate. Lyfrid was now the owner of everything her former employer had, but she wasn't completely ugly about it. Mercer would be well cared for, have everything he needed, live a lavish life, perhaps more so than before, in fact. Contrary to what some might think, she was grateful, in her strange way, to Heathbrand. The Witch adored gold even more than Mercer himself and now had the means, the power, the position to gather even more of the stuff.
She was going to need help, however, minions and a confidant. The confidant was easy, she knew who that would be, there was only one person she trusted in this world. He would not deny her, but first she was going to need to pull him away from the Elf Witch. Laughing loudly to herself as she ascended the stairs to her suite, wringing her hands delightfully, life suddenly looked brighter!
