one if given the right circumstances. Endrance has shown me this.” The bodyguard nodded. “We hate them for a reason, and yet your people cater to them for the same. This is the way it is.”
Ezeilo was silent for a while. He was no diplomat; this was a debate left for the philosophers to squabble over. He was a more practical man, and he didn’t need to gain the enmity of the man who had the wizard’s ear. He could be the one to get the young mage to cooperate.
“I don’t entirely get the reasons behind your people’s views,” He began after consideration. “But I do understand you have them. I am a simple man; they give me orders and I carry them out. I don’t have the luxury or the desire to decide whose politics are best.”
Joven found himself smiling, despite his desire to put on an intimidating face. He was starting to like the messenger. “Very good.” Joven replied. “Then you’re like me. That makes this easier.”
He looked the messenger straight in the eyes and spoke. “You’re going to tell me everything that is going on with these orders to return him to Ironsoul. And you’re going to tell me now.”
Ezeilo looked him in the eye and smiled. “I’d be glad to.”
Chapter 05
Endrance stood next to Bridget and scowled at her. “I said to do it. That’s an order from your Spengur.”
“I swear to the gods that if you’re doing this just for your own selfish desires I’m going to pound you into the paving stones.” Bridget griped, scowling back more fiercely than Endrance was able to endure.
He shrugged, but spoke firmly. “You were more than willing to stand around in front of me wearing nothing but the skin you were born in the other day, so I don’t want to hear any complaints when I ask you to stand there and let me examine your shoulders! I’m not even looking at the rest of your... very firmly toned body.”
“Shame!” Joven’s voice came from the other side of the nearby door. Endrance had come to her bedroom to try to cajole her into letting him do some additional research, but she’d been angry enough at him that getting her to listen was about as hard as arm wrestling a giant. Joven must have arrived sometime during his attempts.
“Shut it!” Endrance and Bridget both shouted at the door at the same time. They exchanged a glance and Bridget looked away, her face red and scowling. The mage was having a hard time resisting smiling at the sudden connection they had made. She was so set on opposing him that even an incidental similarity was flustering her.
“Just stand still and hold out your left arm.” he instructed. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and then looked away. “Look you told me to give you your arm back, so how am I supposed to do that when you won’t let me look at what I need to fix?”
She took a deep breath and spread out her arm, her stance steady. She wore simple pants and a strip of cloth for a top wrapped around her breasts but not covering much else. Endrance reached out and touched her back near the lumpy deformation that was her barely restored shoulder. He could feel the muscle had pulled away from the bone, where tendons and muscle had been severed.
Careful examination showed him that she had fully recovered from a physical standpoint; however that might make restoration much more difficult, even if he could get the power of life magic from the elves. A fully healed body stopped trying to mend the lost limb, and would heal again in that way if injured further. Perhaps he should look into a gradual manipulation process instead of an instantaneous recovery.
“What did you need, Joven?” Endrance asked while he continued his examinations. “Bridget, do you have any muscle control over the area?”
Bridget closed her eyes and attempted to move any muscles in her right
Ezeilo was silent for a while. He was no diplomat; this was a debate left for the philosophers to squabble over. He was a more practical man, and he didn’t need to gain the enmity of the man who had the wizard’s ear. He could be the one to get the young mage to cooperate.
“I don’t entirely get the reasons behind your people’s views,” He began after consideration. “But I do understand you have them. I am a simple man; they give me orders and I carry them out. I don’t have the luxury or the desire to decide whose politics are best.”
Joven found himself smiling, despite his desire to put on an intimidating face. He was starting to like the messenger. “Very good.” Joven replied. “Then you’re like me. That makes this easier.”
He looked the messenger straight in the eyes and spoke. “You’re going to tell me everything that is going on with these orders to return him to Ironsoul. And you’re going to tell me now.”
Ezeilo looked him in the eye and smiled. “I’d be glad to.”
Chapter 05
Endrance stood next to Bridget and scowled at her. “I said to do it. That’s an order from your Spengur.”
“I swear to the gods that if you’re doing this just for your own selfish desires I’m going to pound you into the paving stones.” Bridget griped, scowling back more fiercely than Endrance was able to endure.
He shrugged, but spoke firmly. “You were more than willing to stand around in front of me wearing nothing but the skin you were born in the other day, so I don’t want to hear any complaints when I ask you to stand there and let me examine your shoulders! I’m not even looking at the rest of your... very firmly toned body.”
“Shame!” Joven’s voice came from the other side of the nearby door. Endrance had come to her bedroom to try to cajole her into letting him do some additional research, but she’d been angry enough at him that getting her to listen was about as hard as arm wrestling a giant. Joven must have arrived sometime during his attempts.
“Shut it!” Endrance and Bridget both shouted at the door at the same time. They exchanged a glance and Bridget looked away, her face red and scowling. The mage was having a hard time resisting smiling at the sudden connection they had made. She was so set on opposing him that even an incidental similarity was flustering her.
“Just stand still and hold out your left arm.” he instructed. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and then looked away. “Look you told me to give you your arm back, so how am I supposed to do that when you won’t let me look at what I need to fix?”
She took a deep breath and spread out her arm, her stance steady. She wore simple pants and a strip of cloth for a top wrapped around her breasts but not covering much else. Endrance reached out and touched her back near the lumpy deformation that was her barely restored shoulder. He could feel the muscle had pulled away from the bone, where tendons and muscle had been severed.
Careful examination showed him that she had fully recovered from a physical standpoint; however that might make restoration much more difficult, even if he could get the power of life magic from the elves. A fully healed body stopped trying to mend the lost limb, and would heal again in that way if injured further. Perhaps he should look into a gradual manipulation process instead of an instantaneous recovery.
“What did you need, Joven?” Endrance asked while he continued his examinations. “Bridget, do you have any muscle control over the area?”
Bridget closed her eyes and attempted to move any muscles in her right
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