Reforge

Can we hire out a healer or something? We should be able to arrange transportation for them back to the city when they're done.
Alternatively, would a day be long enough? In that case, waiting might be ok, the city is clearly not their first priority, or it would have already been attacked. You definitely need to talk to the vizier asap...

Donella should wait a couple hours, I suppose.

It wouldn't take that long, it's just not a matter of snapping one's fingers, either. The human body is complex, and the consequences of incorrect or abstracted visualization during healing can be... severe. As such, serious magical healing is usually augmented with physical medicine and surgery.

You all moved into one of the wall's towers while the healer worked.


After what seemed like an eternity, it was finished- it's as though Aeron was never hurt at all.

If nothing else so that Aeron has the chance to tell Donella about what happened atop the wall and they can make connections between their experiences with not being remembered and the jar.

Afterwards, Aeron obtained some guard's mail and a cloak of her own while the two of you shared your experiences whilst separated.

Neither of you were sure what the jar actually is, but you began to get a sense of what its capabilities- and limits- might be. You acknowledged how powerful it appears to be but suggested that it is used as a last resort. You don't know what exactly happened when you tried to touch it, but that only reinforces your confidence that the jar is dangerous.


After that, you resolved to approach the vizier directly and immediately. Staying and waiting while Aeron was healed was troubling, but you're glad you did it. Now more than ever, you'll need Aeron's support.

Whatever comes, you'll face it together.




No one bothered you as you proceed through the streets of Teneogris. The few whom you passed in the streets appeared preoccupied with the strange events of the day. The air hummed with tension and anxiety.

While you were not remarked upon on the main roads, no ordinary citizen could tread where you were going.


Gates and guards proved negligible trouble to you, however- you had all the proof of identity you needed.

And so, you reached the inner sanctum of the Edisons' vizier with little issue. As you made formal greetings, however, a few more questions press on your mind.

How much contact have you had with the vizier in the past? How well do you know them? And how much do you trust them?