"Forget it. Just a bunch of apprentices. You can't help with anything." The prisoner lowered his head. "You must be very lucky to survive the parasites."
Angor's group remained silent.
"And I do believe that luck will continue." The wizard looked at them again, causing a giant wound on his neck to bleed out.
He slowly inspected everyone. After briefly showing a disappointed look at Angor, he set his gaze upon Nausica.
"Name's Gragg. Does that ring a bell? Well, never mind. I'm a dying fool who'll go to hell sooner or later. You don't have to remember me.
"Let's be quick. I'm a Bloodline Wizard. As I said, I'm dying and nobody's gonna save me…" Gragg continued in sadness, "These goddamn wires and the insects that kept gnawing at me… I know my body. I'm at my limit. Maybe one or two minutes, and I'll stop breathing.
"But before I die, I want to pass on my legacy to someone. You, that lady in armor. What's your name?"
