The man scratched the back of his neck, "Master Damien, I could see her lower face. Her lips were pretty and pink. I say anything and you start speaking about killing me."
"Are you sure she was a white witch?"
The man nodded his head, who was standing far from the pureblooded vampire but not far enough where he had to shout to give out the information, "She showed me this charm stone that was red in color. The ruby."
The charm stones were designed by the white witches, for one to create, they had to have access to the ingredients and the spell books which not everyone could reach out for. The only people who could do it were the white witches who belonged to the church as they were put under the protection of the law until they decided to follow the words of the council. Charmstones were stopped a few years ago, to even possess one, one had to ask for permission. If he could follow the trails by looking up through the registry, then it wouldn't be too hard to find who it was.
