After Orynn had ensured that Lexi had eaten and drank something and checked her dressings, he led her by the hand out of their small room, and through Narcissa's workshop.
Lexi steeled herself for the worst, but it seemed that the room had already been subjected to extensive cleaning and there were very little signs of her ordeal remaining in the room.
The collection of grisly items stored in jars that filled the shelves that lined the walls however, made Lexi's stomach churn. The so-called craft of a fleshcrafter called for more items of things once living than any other spellwork that she knew of and for some reason, the more obscure a bodily part, the better.
She repressed a shudder as she passed yet another disjointed head with a mismatched face stitched haphazardly onto a
