Urgon watched as his mother invoked her magic. She began by closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths, then the words of power issued from her mouth. Entranced, he sat still as her fingers, glowing with magical energy, were placed over his wound. The colour flowed into him, completing the spell as warmth enveloped his hand.
Kurghal shook her head. "You cleanse the wound with magic but refuse to heal the flesh. Where is the logic in that?"
"The scar will be a constant reminder of his foolishness. Would you want me to remove the evidence?" She turned to her son. "Now go outside, Urgon, and fetch wood for the fire."
The young Orc rose, feeling the strange tugging sensation as he flexed his hand.
"Be quick about it," she urged, "or we will need to start another fire from scratch."
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