Xella put her weight on Ned's arm as they moved to the back of the mausoleum. Her wound had healed but the loss of blood made her feel weak. With Ned's help she spread out a bedroll and sat down. From her backpack she pulled a small candle and two large books. She lit the candle and took a moment to clear her mind; not an easy task with the constant muttering of the old man.
One of the books was titled Enchantments for the Blessed and penned by Xella herself. The other had Book of the Grave written on the spine and the cover made from a pale leathered skin. It was her father's book, given to her after his death many years ago and she was in the process of translating his rituals and spells in order to scribe them into her own.
She opened her book and prepared a couple spells.
"Emandare," Xella intoned and waved her hand over her dress. The tear from where the zombie had attacked her stitched itself up and the dried blood liquefied and evaporated into the air. A second wave and her hair pulled back into a neat braid. Appearance was everything to the aristocrats of Geb.
Xella leaned back against the wall and thought about home. The cattle there wouldn't dare touch an aristocrat. She would have to remember that the Whispering Way
She heard the paladin praying over the corpse of the witch woman, the Scales of Abadar in his hand. With Ned’s help Xella made her way to the holy knight. “Sir, I’ve heard that the Clerics of Pharasma give the dead in this land the rights of pacification.” She placed her hand on his steel shoulder, “If the girl does not receive these rights, she’ll likely rise as undead. Might I suggest we bury her before then? I can have my man dig the grave.”
