The witch made a face that contorted slightly as Poe defended herself with words to the witch. "I am on his side because he was my son!" she yelled. As her grip on Johoel strengthened he noticed and knew it had been a mistake to go up to them alone. Johoel took in her words and knew in the end whatever it was whatever she was didn't matter. Duke watched the group carefully they needed a plan and they needed one quick. Johoel looked at Poe "It doesn't matter Poe you are who are no matter what" he said with a soft sad smile. The witch made a displeased face "She doesn't deserve that type words!" she yelled whirling in front of him. Johoel backed up "She doesn't deserve this either" he yelled back. The witch turned to her her face shoing the anger and frustration as she knew things were not going her way. "Your precious coat that you have looked so hard and long for do you know where it is?" she asked her eyes full of hate.