(an excerpt from the journal of Gavenot Rizzlan)
Calling on Azuth one final time, Malark channeled the power into Breen, providing just enough vitality to return the man to his wits and feet once more. Out of exhaustion, disbelief, or grief, I cannot say, but not a word was shared between the three of us until we reached Pentworth. Though not unexpected, the minor disciples in this town were not in the higher graces of thier deities and we were forced to return to the city of three names to seek aid for our fallen; or at least proper services for a man of his ilk.
His stature is certainly one of high regard within the Grand Stage of Eternity; for even though we were light on coin (considerably), the Knowing took him in almost without question. The hours passed and the ceremony was mostly concealed from our view, but I believe everyone present felt the power as his soul was reunited with his newly mended form.
Esmund lives! And we are in the debt of the Knowing.