The harsh laugh that escaped surprised even him, judging by his raised eyebrows. Her voice cracked from not having been used. “I doubt you are here for me to just heal you.” Fen’harel glanced down at his blood-soaked torso, shaking his head. “It is far too late, I am afraid. I intend to use my last moments wisely.”
In which the Inquisitor and Fen'harel travel back in time a year before the explosion, but with a harsh twist. Needless to say, being bound to the ghost of a grumpy elvhen trickster god is... A unique experience.