After a short talk, as a show of good will, Eliron sent the herald back to whatever dimension it was coming from, allowing the mages to get back to their business.
The Archmage had promised to judge things clearly, and besides, if he decided to act up, Eliron could always summon the herald back…
It would only be worse for them, considering that Artie was now fully recovered, and terribly furious.
The person she would have put her anger on was dead, and his accomplice was out of it, so there was nowhere to direct her anger.
Currently, they were all seated in the Archmage's office. The place had that new book smell, which was understandable considering the room was covered by rows of shelves.
Yennefer was seated by his side, her head resting on his shoulders as she complained, murmuring about how it was apparently time for lunch.
