I set my new witness free. Sure that he is imprisoned by the knowledge that only time stands in between our next meeting. Filled with fear that seeps from every inch, the look of him is a story in it self.

The story I want told is the one in him. He will testify to the truth that now holds him hostage. Letting is kinsmen know that brigands make poor shepherds that no obstacle can stand in my way.

Sighting of this witness will be the dawn of reality. Faith placed in charms and rituals sold by confidence men, will be proven misplaced. They will be imprisoned by their fears, leaving them grasping at hope like it is air.