The Binding Oath was set.
Gorock grumbled. Perhaps at the notion that he would live paralyzed for three months.
Despite that, his eyes softened ever so slightly, at the notion that he was going to live, at the very least.
Liam stood at the center of the Research Room, his curious gaze sweeping the knowledge-rich space.
He had to admit, this was quite the set up.
Specialized benches were neatly set, vials of purified blood were packaged in wooden shelves, and a iron cauldron boiling with some sort of grayish chemical mixture was placed by the furthest wall, beside the assortment of ornate alchemic tools and bitter-smelling, rare plants hanging off the stone wall.
"Nice place," Liam said, pleased.
Gorock grumbled. Comments like these made him infuriated, but he could not express his true disdain.
He was powerless.
Powerless for 3 months.
Liam gave everything a quick examination.