Your throat felt unbelievably tight as you stood next to the wizard's bedroll and watched him break out into one cold sweat after the other. There was a faint purple glow emanating from his chest, pulsing to the rhythm of his quickened heartbeat.

He was obviously in pain and you hated that you had no idea how to help him. If only Shadowheart or Halsin had been there; they would have known what to do.

"You should go. I don't know that I won't - well... Blow this whole place to smithereens."