One of the witches, whom had remained silent while the others were arguing, noticed someone standing at a distance from them and suddenly spoke up. "Somebody saw us." Was all she said, causing her four companions to look up from what they were doing. Morgana had quickly spotted the man, and quickly crossed the distance between him and her. She doubted that a stranger would mean good news, and if needed, she would harm the man. As long as the young witches would be fine, she'd do anything.

She grabbed the man's collar, not saying a single word as she dragged him back towards the other witches, where he should be able to see them clearly. "Do those seem like the kind of embodiments of evil your kind is accusing us to be of?" She asked, looking at him with an expression that did nothing to show what the woman was feeling. 

If he were to try to escape from Morgana's grip, the young man would find himself feeling as if he were nailed to the ground, unable to get away. It was a simple but effective spell, and for now, it worked.

"We are not causing trouble to anyone. Our friend happens to be injured by one of those murderers you are glorifying for slaughtering us, while we were simply on our way to find a safe place to stay, where people won't try to murder us, just because we exist." The woman said calmly, still keeping the spell active. She didn't want to hurt anyone or take anyone's life, so she hoped the man could be reasoned with. Though considering what other humans were like, she doubted it.