Sure, Ionatar could get her wool. Madorn brought her everything she needed to make more fleshy throats, or whatever she wanted to do. It was their imperative to act so that Ted didn't raise more bad blood towards his actions than was absolutely necessary.
Ted tried to fashion a ritual like the one he had seen the deadrouser do. He got himself some black candles, and when they didn't work, he set out to find ones that would.
He found an old book about the escapades of a certain deadrouser who had lived a century ago. While there were no mentions about the deadrousing itself, one thing stood out in Ted's eyes – that a contract had to be made, precisely and with great attention, and that the corpse candles had to be made out of something disgusting enough that Madorn didn't want to hear. The scientist merely laughed and turned away to focus on something related to storms.
