"How long will this take?" Rabuka asked as she entered the room and closed the door.
Maellan polished his spear and rubbed some alcohol at the tip. "Not too long. I will stop once your body could not take the treatment anymore."
She sat down hesitantly. "And is there an assurance that this would be completely successful?"
The 'doctor' gave a wide smile. "Every treatment I have done so far had been successful."
She was still unconvinced and continued to interrogate. "And how many people have you treated so far?"
He stopped polishing, then answered honestly:
"Three. Pavone included."
Rabuka then opened her mouth to ask who the other two was, but Maellan stood up and said:
"Are you ready? Or do you still want some time to prepare?"
He walked towards her, Spear of Levin in hand, and aimed the tip at her throat. Rabuka flinched, and he simply grinned.
"You seem not quite ready yet."