Hearing Seh'lvah's voice brought him back to reality. Painfully, he stood up, limping back to where the pedestal was. He was bleeding out, that was certain. Using the pedestal for balance, he put the device back on the altar, as had been knocked off during the struggle. He heard the sound of a large lock working, unlocking not only the small door he had used, but also opened up the entire wall. He collapsed from the strain, and his breath was shallow.
The three headed dragon, who was now not so skeletal, walked into the chamber. He looked down at the poor boy, and all three heads whispered an incantation. A light mist surrounded the boy, entering his wounds, restoring his body. George, the center head, picked him up and carried him back to his friends.
"He'll need to rest, but he will be fine." He said, setting the gryphon down, "And, when he wakes up, as a sign of our gratitude, tell Shamgar that the castle is his to do as he pleases with it."
All three heads looked concerned for Shamgar, even with the powerful healing spell they had just performed. Perhaps because he was their first visitor in such a long time, or perhaps be cause he reminded the three headed dragon of someone else....
