You want Guranz's baby

"So be it." the witch says, and she motions her hands in a odd fashion.

Pain envelops your abdomen, and you scream at the burning sensation. But just as sudden as the pain was, so too does it vanish. You look down and just bellow your belly button is a black mark, similar in shape to a womb.

"There." the witch says. "You can now carry his, and only his children. Live well, slut."

With that white light envelops your sight. By the time it subsides, you are sitting on the grass in an open field, the collar no longer around your neck, and the three minotaurs by your side. They look just as confused as you are.

"Melanz, isn't this Bresbury Plains?" Guranz asks.

Melanz looks around. "I don't... holy shit, it is."

"That means we're only minutes from home." Verdanz speaks up.

"It's been five years, though. Will we still be welcome?" Guranz asks.

"Only one way to find out." Melanz says.

The three of them get to their feet, and Guranz offers you his hand.