Maple: mix the catmint and other herbs for the tea whilst chatting with Erybelle.
From Create Your Own Story
You are just mixing the herbs and preparing tea while chatting with Erybelle when the Priest from earlier bursts through the peaceful green wall of willow branches and points an accusatory finger at you. "Here they are!" He declares, "Those are the witches!" Suddenly people start pouring in, some ripping down branches to make more room and muttering angrily. Many carry pitchforks and others clubs or crosses. The angry mob approaches the two of you and you for the first time in years don't know what to do.
Erybelle is crying and a large beefy man you've never met is grabbing you by the arm. Panicking you try to lash out at him but he only holds your arm tighter. "RUN--!" you manage to scream at Erybelle before a hand is roughly clamped over your mouth. You pray she listens to you just this once, you know sometimes she doesn't like to because she thinks what you're saying is mean. It probably started when you first told her parents were mean and awful people and that she should never get adopted, but the thing is... you didn't want her to get adopted. You'd long ago realized you had close to no chance of being adopted because of your temper, but Erybelle... Erybelle was sweet and kind and perfect, if she got adopted you don't think you could live with it. To your relief she heeds your advice and tries to bolt away. Just as you are cheering her on in your head however, an angry looking farmer loops his arm around her waist and slings her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. You try to cry out in dismay but the hand over your mouth only tightens. As the crowd starts to carry the two of you off a few jeering villagers kick over your booth, ruining your supplies.
As they tie the two of you to two long wooden stakes in the Town Square you feel your mind begin to shut down. Emotional numbness washes over you as you watch them roughly bind your wrist with a thick, scratchy rope. Until you turn to Erybelle. She is still struggling in vain despite the overpowering force of the crowd and it brings a wave of anger over you. Even now she refuses to give up, even faced with certain death she won't let go of life, and as the Priest stands and begins to speak of witchcraft and gods will, she still struggles.
The Priest looks at the torches. He's about to reach for one.
What will you do?
