Horrible screams became low groans, then a terrifying silence. "Oh Erastil..." Jhod whispered. "I was wrong...

Horrible screams became low groans, then a terrifying silence. "Oh Erastil..." Jhod whispered. "I was wrong... The lungs are clear." Tristian sighed heavily. "Don't blame yourself. You did all you could. I will pray for her soul — may she rest in peace. But now, our duty is to finish what we've started, to make her sacrifice worth something!" Jhod cut into the dead woman's stomach and pulled out a strange item.