In reality, Baelin muttered. He soon received the responses of Jenny and James, “Us too!”
“Over there!” James suddenly pointed.
Leylin also looked in the direction James had indicated, and under a rotten birch tree, a woman wearing a long black dress was crouching and weeping.
“This voice! This voice! It’s Marsha’s! I won’t ever forget it!”
An incredulous look was on James’ face. He quickly hopped off the horse carriage and rushed to the woman.