"I will describe it, black haired Mage, but that will not be enough." The eldest looked on Ina for a few seconds, mulling. "No. Our Druid here shall prepare the spell to have you live it."
"That will…" Ina paused, visibly worried. "That will make her live through a nightmare."
The eldest lowered his head slightly, gesturing that he understood what he asked for. "As compensation, and as to make her understand, I consider it to be fair."
"It is." Ina knew it was. She gave Athyn a sympathetic, pitiful look. "I'll gather the ingredients."
The Druid went back into the woods. The Gnarls stepped out of her way, some even bowing in deference. She didn't look back, but caught the beginning of the eldest's explanation for Athyn.
"Do you understand what your soul is, young Mage?"