When Ezon concluded his work, Justin's shoulder throbbed from the trauma, but most of the pain had melted away. He tried to move the arm. Still nothing. Still numb from the shoulder down.
"The infection is cleansed," said Ezon. "So far as I can tell, your blood is not poisoned. You should recover."
"Why can't I move it?" asked Justin.
Ezon considered. "If you do not know, then it is not my place to tell you." And with that, he shuffled over to join Kallorn at the door.
Justin tried to follow, but Kallorn's sword suddenly lit up. The slender steel became wreathed in dancing, blue and white electrical energy like a science fair exhibit. Justin stepped back, smelling ozone and feeling the hair on his arms stand up. Kallorn kept his electrified blade pointed at Justin as he and Ezon backed out of the door.
"Tell the council that Justin requests another audience," Ahlund said through the wall. "Tell them he wants to share his story."