Salvation at last (Tryll)

[Anastasia]

I'd be more worried if you could find a devil in Aurora, save for the dungeons.

To your surprise, you find Mirajane waiting just outside of the laboratory.

"You need a healer," she says, not a question at all, merely a statement of fact.

[Yuthirin]

"Yep! Tryll and Gytha are trying to same a soul trapped in a book by a vampire and the book is eating Tryll! Wanna help?"

[Anastasia]

"Yes," Mirajane says, "Take me to them."

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh heads back to the group, Mirajane in tow.

[Anastasia]

Mirajane immediately kneels next to Tryll, then pauses. "...are you solid enough to be touched," she asks, a note of concern in her voice.

[Yuthirin]

"He's permanently incorporeal. Can't turn it off. That's bad, right?"

[Anastasia]

"Mass Heal will do. It's crushing an ant with a boulder, but it'll do," Mirajane bows her head and prays, as Tryll feels much better.

Con damage reversed.

[Yuthirin]

"Thanks! Wanna hang out and watch? We might need your help again."

[Anastasia]

Mirajane nods.

From here's simple - Mirajane restores you as needed. The ritual goes on - until suddenly the book breaks apart. At the same time Gytha chants, a body coming from the darkness. A half elven body with black hair, stocky and well built, but almost hairless. A flash of light goes into the body and it immediately stirs.

"A success," Gytha announces, "On all counts."

[Yuthirin]

'And good riddance to a vampire's raving's.' Tryll replies.

Calleigh claps, "I always wanted my own half-elf!"

[Anastasia]

The half elf rises, rubbing his head. "At last," he says, falling back and laughing. "I'm free!"

[Yuthirin]

"And beardless!" Calleigh nods.

[Anastasia]

The half elf rubs his chin, "So I am." He laughs and laughs, grinning all the while.

Once he's done, he sits up. "What can I do to repay you?"

[Yuthirin]

"Well, how long were you trapped in the book? And who exactly were you before you were stuffed in there?" Calleigh asks.

[Anastasia]

"Patar Goldbrook," The half elf answers, "Of House Goldbrook, if only by blood. I don't know how long I've been in there," Patar replies. "Time got fuzzy."