*Each of the members of the party strain to kill the witch before she can shed her mortal form. The mojh brothers hold her down, as Agracahn, Arkas, Bronwynn, Eryic, Pai, and Soen all lunge forward, striking her in half a dozen places. With a final shriek of tortured air, the woman's body goes still, and the winds seem to leap from her and away. Red blood leaks from her many wounds, staining the alter and the floor below.*
*In the air of the mountainside, all can see the winds gamboling about the peaks, free and unfettered, a sweet scent of flowers filling the night air.*