"This is as good as it's going to get, we can't stay here any longer," Sirona confessed, staring down at their table full of hastily scribbled notes after a few hours. Vials of Silas's blood bubbled merrily in their pots as they tested the samples with a variety of different medications and rare gemstones.
Now with Silas's life in jeopardy and Alistair on the loose, the King and Queen of Reaweth had no choice but to allow Sirona and Nathaniel unhindered access to the treasures in their vaults to better help their research. They couldn't afford to be stingy― Sirona would love nothing more than to rob them blind, but sadly, she did have more important things to do with her time.