By the time Willow reached the Northern Island, the ragged remnants of the army had disappeared - snatched away by the same city that had created them or dispersed across Taxon, DG wasn't sure - and DG was sitting at the top of the staircase in the main hall. She'd changed out of the heavy gown that the witch had been wearing, but she still didn't feel entirely secure in her own skin. How could she feel secure? It had been so easy for the witch to take over. It was only the efforts of the other prisoners that had broken her hold.

"I'm up here, Willow."