He didn’t trust magic. Knew there were consequences. Knew deep in his marrow it was a bad idea, that he should look for another way. But when he looked at her it didn’t matter. Consequences be damned. All that mattered was making her well, restoring the strength and vitality that had been missing for so long.

That’s why he’d come here, wasn’t it? So now he’d found the way he couldn’t let his misgivings about the manner of her restoration stop him. Plus there was the added bonus of ridding the world of his pain in the arse Grandsire in the process.

Still, as he prepared to begin the ritual a chill ran tingling down his spine and he couldn’t help but feel that the price might be more than he was willing to pay.
the end