A risk that must be taken
Lord Volk Balint certainly saw better days. The deathly pale skin and the constantly struggled breathing most definitely did not scream 'strongest mage in the world'.
However, he didn't look too hopeless. He hadn't lost much weight, he still had strength enough to sit properly, and his mind was still functioning which was evident from the sharp gaze that he sent to Savine and Eliseline.
'Well, he's a pretty powerful mage. Not any illness should be able to bully him.'
"Indeed, huff, some interesting guests, huff," he said with difficulty.
The constant panting did not help the man's conversational skills. However, it was still somewhat interesting to listen to due to the clash between the man's calm demeanor and words and his heavy breathing that made his sentences sound panicked.
"It's an honor to meet Lord Volk Balint," Savine said curtly. "I am here to cure you of your illness."