"Are you done talking?" Witch Black Rose flicked a strand of hair away from her ear, speaking impatiently, "What do we do now? Don't ask me 'what do we do', I'm referring to this person here."
With that, she lifted her thorny "finger" and pointed at the Sloth Witch.
Upon hearing this, the white-haired and white-eyed Doll "clack-clack" opened its mouth, which could be seen stitched together with threads, but from within its throat emerged a calm and fluent stream of speech.
"Give her the invitation to Babel Tower, then find a place to send her back. It's not time to start 'Witch's Night' yet, and she's not strong enough anyway."
"Ha, just let her go like that?" Witch Black Rose tilted her head in puzzlement, but then she considered that the decisions of the Doll Witch were hardly ever wrong, in her experience.
"She's only a contingency plan," said the Doll Witch. "If possible, I still hope our sixth witch can be Ash.
