"What kind of treasure did you find?"
Zarven remained silent for a while.
His gaze moved toward the faint formation surrounding the table. Only after looking back at Simon did he speak.
"A Soulmending Spring."
Simon waited, but the name told him little beyond the obvious.
"It heals the soul?"
"Yes. Including injuries that would otherwise leave someone crippled for the rest of their life."
Zarven pushed his untouched plate aside.
"A missing arm can be replaced. Damaged flesh can be healed. But an injury to the soul…"
"Can remain long after the body has recovered," Simon finished.
He knew that much.
Zarven nodded.
"Some never recover. They survive, but they can no longer use the strength they spent their lives obtaining. This spring gives them a chance to regain it."
Simon's interest grew.
"How severe an injury can it heal?"
