With the sorceress academy indefinitely closed for renovation the students have been sent to Lut Gholein for a hastily conjured field project course in comparative conjuration. With the lack of public school transportation available the main route is by caravan with Warrivs World-Encompassing Wayfaring, quickly dubbed the "false WWW" by the WWW. Unfortunately, the road is dangerous and everything from sparse demonic incursions to unwashed peasant mobs litter the way.
In civilized areas the term "witch-hunt" is a derogatory dismissal of investigators paranoia and chasing of mere phantasms and insubstantial prejudice. In the rural backwaters that cover much of Sanctuary like the otherwordly Zerg creep or warcraftly undead blight, it is a favorite pastime taken most seriously.
"A witch!"
"A witch!"
"Burn her!"
"Buuurn her!"
"Not you again... Listen, these are my passengers, travelling with my caravan through your...picturesque...lands. We will soon be out of your way, if you would just let us pass along the road."
"We don't take kindly t' yerrr kind here!"
"No, that is plain obvious. You don't take too kindly to anyone but yourselves here, you have made that transparent on many occasions. Fortunately, if you just let us part ways we won't be here anymore."
"Burn the witches!"
"Aye, burn them!"
"Listen, how do you even know they are witches?"
"She turned me into a NEWT!"
"And me into a frog!"
"And me into a pig..."
"..."
"I got better..."
"Burn her anyway!"
During this high point of the intellectual debate the WWW decides to join the constructive discussion.
"ENOUGH! Will you hillbilly headholes get out of the way and go back to your pet worms and mud plantations or whatever it is you fleas do for fun, so we can get out of your stinking countryside where nobody would want to set foot even if they were paid to do so?"
"The witch!"
"The witch!"
"Yes, we ARE witches, we are sorceresses of the Zann Esu, elementary. MAGIC IS MIGHT! Now get out of our way."
"Burn her!"
"You are practically begging for it now..."
"ZAP!"
"ZAP!"
"ZAP!"
"Ow! Wha's going on?"
"That is the spell called static field. It is guaranteed to be non-lethal, but by now perhaps my light thwack with my staff won't be, so why not crawl back to your little slimy burrows under the local rotten logs, hmm?"
"Uuuuuh..."
"Bo!"
"A witch! Run! Aaaaiiih!"
The rest of the journey passes on without major interruptions having to be dealt with forcefully. Really, static field is such a useful little skill that any witch...sorceress...could find useful in some situation.