"Witch? Keep your unholy powers dormant. I've hunted many witches, several of whom even knew death magic." Merlin sat at the table where she had indicated. The conversation had made him realize he hadn't eaten anything in two days. Hunger was beginning to become a serious problem. His magic could only delay the effects of not eating, and not for long.

"What is a 'white' witch anyways? I've never heard such a term. Nor do I know where Glenhallen is. I hail from Camelot. It's a kingdom on the eastern coast of the isle of Britain...or it was. You still haven't explained to me what year this is. For me, yesterday was the year 482. As for Michael.. he captured King Arthur, killed the knights of the round table. My friends, all of them. She is alive, I know it. I'll kill Michael and rescue her and return her to Britain, where once more she will rule."

Merlin was unworried about Zandaria telling people Arturia was really a woman. He could simply discredit her. Besides, everyone knew Guinevere was the queen and Arthur was king. Nobody would believe her. Then he realized that if Zandaria showed any of her powers, he could copy them. Thinking slowly, for his energy was waning without food, he tried to provoke her. "I'm a druid, witch. What you seek to destroy I heal back. Your very counterpart is in front of you, when will you try to strike me down I wonder?"

[@Wick]