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A half hour has passed since we brought Walker into Black Wing Manor. My honorary brother lays shivering atop a small cot. The room is simple, just some dark wood floors and a simple bed by the wall. The place is nothing special, save for the fact that the chamber was near the front door.
Over the last thirty minutes, Lincoln has used every healing charm he carried in his armor. Nothing has worked. Right after we arrived, Jaime went off in search of Obsidian. The seraphim’s a mage; maybe he can help. Since then, there’s been no sign of either Jaime or Obsidian. That said, it’s a massive mansion. Hopefully Jaime can find Obsidian soon.
Happy leans against a nearby wall. Like all of us, she’s soaked to the skin. Her gaze stays locked on Walker. Tears mix with the rain dripping from her
