"The Sky Deer that I used to heal a part of your soul is a rare beast, but I knew that I needed multiple of them to heal you. It was not the plan to return with just one. I had no idea that you could endure such…" he gestured towards me, "… drastic damage to your soul and still remain you."
Dorrik stared back at the fire. "It was not supposed to be this way, but the System is a madness that is taking the best of us all, and I need to make a stand."
He gestured, and a block of metal appeared in front of him; he placed it into the fire, and he did not seem to care about the heat. With his second hand, he traced a line across the surface of the forge, and I saw the metal beneath his hand begin to glow.
