Crystalline Pool

Vladimars looked between Markos and Caelyn with suspicion. His grip on the staff tightened. "What did you and Caelyn do back there?" He asked, looking at them expectantly. He had offered up an uncomfortable truth to them and expected one in exchange. 

Markos sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. It was a tricky situation. The fact of the matter was that he did not trust Vladimars no matter how sincere he appeared. There was something missing that Markos couldn't place. It might not have been Vladimars fault if his memory was altered but giving him the key to removing his limits as a human to use the Word however he wished was dangerous. He weighed the danger presented by Vladimars knowing more about the ritual and the incantation.

Caelyn looked at Markos, his face stained by sweat and soot. His armor was covered in muck and torn open by the undead's assault. Markos knew that the armor and his would need to replaced or repaired to be useful in the future.