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[ Kevin Regnard is seated at a desk. Several books are open before him: thick volumes with heavy vellum pages intricately decorated with illuminated lettering. It’s darker in this part of the library, the Restricted Section, to preserve the ancient tomes. Fairies float about in the air, lending their light; Kevin would be more grateful for this, except they keep making off with his quills. He has been taking careful notes, and has already covered over a stack of parchment papers with his cramped handwriting.

His face, when he looks into the locket, has that pinched look of too much reading, and his shoulders are raised and stiff; clearly he hasn’t moved from this spot for hours. His expression is dubious, conflicted. He glances away from the locket almost as soon as he activates it, as if he were going to shut it off again without saying anything.

But finally: ]

My lords and ladies. Gentlemen; gentlewomen. I am given to understand that any skill we learn here, we might bring back to our lands after this war is won. Thus I… I beg your assistance. If there is any among you with knowledge of magical healing…

[ Now he looks up. His single red eye bores into the locket, burning like hellfire. ]

I wish to learn how to raise the dead.

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[How well he knows that desire, to raise the dead. Even knowing his kin as he does.]

My knowledge of the healing arts has never, nor will it ever, consist of how to raise the departed.

Little comfort, I am certain. And none to a weary heart. For that, you have my apologies and condolences.

You must've lost someone dear to you.

[This is Complicated, to say the least. Where she comes from, that could mean any number of things, and not all of them happen out of grief.

But, she's never been one to assume the worst of people, and he hardly seems like he's asking because of some sort of power trip. Then again, the wizards didn't seem that way, either. Appearances can be so deceiving.

...

In the end, her voice is very kind and nothing else, yet.]

I'm sorry, if you mean for people, this is not anything I can do, but I would ask why, if I may.

Sir Kevin. I am trained as a healer but...

[Elincia frowns, looking deeply concerned. If his desire was out of grief, she could empathise. How many nights had she spent weeping to herself and wishing for her dearly loved ones to return when she had been but seventeen?]

Raising the dead has never been part of the healing arts.

[She puts it as gently as possible]

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