Azar finally had the strength to sit up, his entire body soaked and his hair matted to his face. He was starting to get cold, hugging himself. His robes felt heavy and he was still drained from the injuries, but the nexus was working wonders to heal him. He considered Vossari’s words, smirking at the Wrean, “Isn’t that why you brought me?” Azar asked flatly, “Part of being Sith is being resourceful enough to bring the right assets for a job.”
Vossari had calculated the need for a Sith specialized in sorcery to pursue the Sorcerers of Tund. It was sound logic from what Azar could see. In the end, they had to rely on Azar’s sorcery for a scenario no one else could have overcome, “I’d say your resourcefulness makes you a good Sith,” He said, “And a survivor.”
He still felt weak, and his gaze flicked over to the artifact Vossari possessed, “That is a very powerful weapon, crafted from ancient sorcery,” Azar explained, “It has the cost of blood, but excess use will also corrupt your mind or disfigure you,” He didn’t understand the full extent of that artpad, only that it was cursed.
“Come on, let’s search the ruins… I’m confident we will find something on the sorcerers,” Azar said as he shakily got to his feet. He could barely stand, and he was freezing.
@Fine Dining Set